Lyric 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?