Are we rolling?
A one-ah, a two-ah, a three-ah, a four-ah...
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
"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
He should have been washed in a jug. (In a jug!
Your baby is perfectly
He won't need a bath anymore.
He's a-muckin' about with the angels
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.