A mother was washing her baby one night twas the youngest of twelve and a delicate mite the mother was poor and the baby was thin was nout but a skelington coverd with skin The mother looked round for the soap of the rack she was only one second but when she looked back the baby was gone and in anguish she cried oh where has my baby gone - the angels replied your baby is washed down the plughole your baby is washed down the drain the poor little thing was so skinny and thin it should have been washed in a jar your baby is perfectly happy it won't want for baths anymore i'ts a mucking about with the angels above not lost but gone before but gone before