MOTHER'S LAMENT
CREAM - Disraeli Gears
B one, a two, a phree, a pho--ah...
E A
B mother was washing her baby one night;
B E B
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
E A
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
B E B
'Twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.
E A
The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
B E B
She was only a moment but when she turned back
E A
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
B E B
"Oh, where has my baby gone?" The angels replied:
E A
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
B E
Your baby has gone down the plug.
A A7 E C#7
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
F#7 B B7
He should have been washed in a jug, in a jug.
E A
Your baby is perfectly happy;
B E
He won't need a bath anymore.
A E F#7
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
B B7 E
Not lost but gone before.