MOTHER'S LAMENT
CREAM - Disraeli Gears
F# one, a two, a phree, a pho--ah...
B E
F# mother was washing her baby one night;
F# B F#
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
B E
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
F# B F#
'Twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.
B E
The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
F# B F#
She was only a moment but when she turned back
B E
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
F# B F#
"Oh, where has my baby gone?" The angels replied:
B E
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
F# B
Your baby has gone down the plug.
E E7 B G#7
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
C#7 F# F#7
He should have been washed in a jug, in a jug.
B E
Your baby is perfectly happy;
F# B
He won't need a bath anymore.
E B C#7
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
F# F#7 B
Not lost but gone before.