Baz has stirred the memory cells, and the entire version has surfaced. It is different from the DT one, and has different variations from Baz's. I don't remember where I found it, possibly the New National Song Book. Definitely in print form, though.

Now 'tis of a rich merchant I'm a-going for to tell,
Who had for a daughter an uncommon fine young gel,
Her name it was Dinah, just sixteen years old,
With a very large fortune in siliver and gold.
Cho. Singing Toorali toorali toorali ay

As Dinah was a-waliking in the garding one day,
Her father comes up to her and thus to her did say,
"Go dress yourself Dinah in gorgeous array,
And I'll bring you a husbiand both galliant and gay."

"Oh father, dear father, the daughter she said,
"I don't feel inclined to be marry-i-ed,
And the whole of my vast fortune I'd gladly give ower
If I could live single a year or two more."

"Go, go boldest daughter," the pariant he cried,
"If you don't feel inclined to be this young man's bride,
I'll give all of your fortune to the nearest of kin,
And you shan't reap the benefit, not of one single pin."

As Villikins was a-walikin the garding around,
He spied his dear Dinah lying dead upon the ground,
With a cup of cold pizen lying down by her side,
And a billy-dow to say how 'twas by pizen she died.

Then he kissed her cold corposus a thousand times ower,
And called her his dear Dinah, though she was no more,
Then he swallowed all the pizen, and sang one last stave,
Now Villikins and his Dinah lie together in one grave.

Now all you young maidens don't you thus fall in love, nor
Do that not by no means despised by your guvnor,
And all you young men, (you) mind who you clap your eyes on,
Remember Villikins and his Dinah, not forgetting the pizen.

Penny