Are we rolling? A one-ah, a two-ah, a three-ah, a four-ah...
A
mother was washing her baby one night;
The youngest of ten, and a
delicate mite.
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
'Twas naught but an
skellington covered with skin.
The mother turned 'round for the
soap off the rack.
She was only a
moment but a-when she turned back;
Her baby had gawn, and in
anguish she cried,
"
Oh, where has my baby gawn?" The angels repliieeeeed:
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug 'ole.
Your baby has gone down the plug!
The poor little thing was so
skinny and thin,
He should have been washed in a jug. (
In a jug!)
Your baby is
perfectly 'appy;
He won't need a bath anymore.
He's a-muckin' about with the
angels above,
Not a-lost, but a-gawn-ah befooreeeeee!
(Thank you, thank you. Thank you.)
Do you want to do it again?
Traditional, arranged by Cream, featured on the album Disraeli Gears. To be sung in your best drunken cockney accent.