D G
A mother was washing her baby one night;
A D A
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
DG
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
A D A
'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,
AD A
"Oh, where has my baby gone?" The angels replied:
D G
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
A D
Your baby has gone down the plug.
GG7D B7
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
E7A A7
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 DE7
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
A A7D
Not lost but gone before.
