| Oh ladybird
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| I have heard you wish to walk me through your garden
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| I crave your pardon if I woke you with my thinking
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| Ladybird
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| Oh ladybird
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| I have heard you wish to walk me through your meadow
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| You’ll spread no wings to fly in fright if I’m beside you
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| Ladybird
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| All through the winter time
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| When wood was warm and splintered
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| Time seemed longer than a goods train
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| Now that spring is back again I’ll ask your name, your name
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| Oh ladybird
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| I have heard you wish to walk across my pillow
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| No weeping willow was ever as beautiful, sad as you are
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| Ladybird
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| And as you’re walking past
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| I’m laying on the grass and making chains of thought
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| To snare you with my wit
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| But bit by bit, you fade to gone, gone
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| All through the iron season
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| Love was hanged and treason became
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| Something of a parlor game
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| Now sun is back in power, I’ll ask your name, your name
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| Oh ladybird
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| I have heard you have to run to tend your children
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| No flood can drown nor fire blacken purest longing
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| For ladybird
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| Ladybird
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| Ladybird
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| Ladybird |