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 a skeleton covered with skin
The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack She was only a moment but when she turned back Her baby had gone and in anguish she cried "Oh, where has my baby gone?" The angels replied
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole Oh, 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 happy He won't need a bath anymore He's a-muckin' about with the angels above Not lost but gone before
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