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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 a 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:
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 wont need a bath anymore.
Hes a-muckin about with the angels above,
Not lost
but gone before.
Do you want to do it again? |
