Ladybird, ladybird,
Fly away home;
Your house is on fire,
Your children are gone.
All except one,
And that’s little Ann;
And she crept under,
The warming pan.
Ladybird, Ladybird

Ladybird, ladybird,
Fly away home;
Your house is on fire,
Your children are gone.
All except one,
And that’s little Ann;
And she crept under,
The warming pan.