Mothers Lament

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A mother was washing her baby one 
night;
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The youngest of ten and a delicate
   A
 mite.
     D                       G
The mother was poor and the baby was
 thin;
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'Twas naught but a skeleton 
         A
covered with skin.

     D                          G
The mother turned 'round for a soap 
off the rack.
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She was only a moment but when she
         A
 turned back
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     D                     G
Her baby had gone, and in anguish 
she cried,
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"Oh, where has my baby gone?" The 
   D         A
angels replied:

 D                               G
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug
 hole.
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Your baby has gone down the plug.
G                 G7           D
The poor little thing was so 
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skinny and thin,
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He should have been washed in a 
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jug, in a jug.

D                         G
Your baby is perfectly happy;
 A                      D
He won't need a bath anymore.
 G                               D
He's a-muckin' about with the 
     E7
angels above,
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Not lost but gone before.