Mother's Lament (aka Your Baby Has Gone Down The Plughole) (Traditional) Performer(s): Martin Carthy; Cream
A mother was bathin' her baby one night The youngest of ten, a poor little mite The mother was fat and the baby was fine T'was nawt but a skellington wrapped up in skin
The mother turned round for the soap from the rack She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried "Oh, where is my baby?", and the angels replied
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole Your baby has gorn dahn the plug The poor little thing was so skinny and thin He shoulda been bathed in a jug
Your baby is perfik'ly happy He won't need no bathin' no more He's workin' his way through the sewers Not lost, just gone on before
Your baby has gorn dahn the drainpipe And the chlorine is bad for his eyes He's havin' a swim, and it's healthy for him He needed the exercise
Don't worry 'baht 'im, just be 'appy For I know he is suff'rin' no pain Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole Let's hope he don't stop up the drain
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