Mother's Lament

Are we rolling?
 A one, a two, a three, 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 skeleton 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 has my baby gone?", the angels replied
 (Plied)
 Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole
 Oh, your baby has gone down the plug
 The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
 He should have 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
 {Thank you, thank you
 Thank you
 Do you wanna do it again?}