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| Cream Disraeli Gears MOTHER'S LAMENT (traditional) Are we wollin'? A one, a two, a free, a four... A mother was washing her baby one night, The youngest of ten and a delicate mite. The mother was poor and the baby was thin, 'Twas naught but an skelingtin covered with skin. The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack. She was only a moment but when she turned back Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried, "Oh, where 'as my baby gone?" The angels replied: Oh, your baby has gone down the plug 'ole. Oh, your baby has gone down the plug. The poor little thing was so skinny and thin, He should 'ave been washed in a jug, in a jug. Your baby is perfectly happy; He won't need a bath anymore. He's a-muckin' about with the angels above, Not lost but gone before. Thankyou, Do you wanna do it again? |
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