Hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
Watch me under golden skies
Smouldering to ashes

Some cheerful fire it shall be
Smiling as it burns
The words will burn
(for that is what I am made of)
It is all I am made of

Your eyes will glimmer
In the blaze
(they may even burn)

So hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
But please don't set me to fire