Mothers Lament Lyrics
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?