MOTHER'S LAMENT
CREAM - Disraeli Gears
G one, a two, a phree, a pho--ah...
C F
G mother was washing her baby one night;
G C G
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
C F
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
G C G
'Twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.
C F
The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
G C G
She was only a moment but when she turned back
C F
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
G C G
"Oh, where has my baby gone?" The angels replied:
C F
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
G C
Your baby has gone down the plug.
F F7 C A7
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
D7 G G7
He should have been washed in a jug, in a jug.
C F
Your baby is perfectly happy;
G C
He won't need a bath anymore.
F C D7
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
G G7 C
Not lost but gone before.