Mothers Lament

   D                      G
A mother was washing her baby one night;
     A                     D         A
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
     D                       G
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
       A                     D             A
'Twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.

     D                          G
The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
         A                D                A
She was only a moment but when she turned back
     D                     G
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
      A                             D         A
"Oh, where has my baby gone?" The angels replied:

 D                               G
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
  A                         D
Your baby has gone down the plug.
G                 G7           D          B7
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
 E7                              A          A7
He should have been washed in a jug, in a jug.

D                         G
Your baby is perfectly happy;
 A                      D
He won't need a bath anymore.
 G                               D     E7
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
      A        A7      D
Not lost but gone before.