mother’s lament
cream – disraeli gears : capo on 5th

a one , a two , a phree , a pho – – ah . . .
[ D ] [ G ]
a mother was washing her baby one night;
[ A ] [ D ] A
the youngest of ten and a delicate mite .
[ D ] [ G ]
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 ,
[ A ] [ D ] 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 .
G G7 D B7
the poor little thing was so skinny and thin ,
[ E7 ] A 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 ] [ D ] E7
he’s A – muckin’ about with the angels above ,
[ A ] A7 [ D ]
not lost but gone before .