MOTHER'S LAMENT
CREAM - Disraeli Gears
A# one, a two, a phree, a pho--ah...
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;
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'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:
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Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
A# D#
Your baby has gone down the plug.
G# G#7 D# C7
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
F7 A# A#7
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# F7
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
A# A#7 D#
Not lost but gone before.