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