A mother was washing her baby one nightThe youngest of ten and a delicate miteThe 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 rackShe was only a moment but when she turned backHer 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 holeOh, your baby has gone down the plugThe poor little thing was so skinny and thinHe should have been washed in a jug, in a jug
Your baby is perfectly happyHe won’t need a bath anymoreHe’s a-muckin’ about with the angels aboveNot lost but gone before
A mother was washing her baby one nightThe youngest of ten and a delicate miteThe 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 rackShe was only a moment but when she turned backHer 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 holeOh, your baby has gone down the plugThe poor little thing was so skinny and thinHe should have been washed in a jug, in a jug
Your baby is perfectly happyHe won’t need a bath anymoreHe’s a-muckin’ about with the angels aboveNot lost but gone before