This is the lyrics my father sang me to sleep with. One of many British pug songs, we learned. he was a Brit,in the WW2.
A mother was bathing her baby one night,
the poor little thing was a horrible sight.
The mother was poor, the baby was thin.
It was only a skeleton covered in skin.
The mother turned round for the soap on the rack.
She was only a moment,
but when she turn back.
The baby was gone!
In anguish she cried.....; Oh were is my baby!!!
The angels replied...
Your baby has gone down the plug hole, your baby has gone down the plug.
The poor little thing was so horribly thin it should have been washed in a jug.
Your baby is perfectly happy . It won't a bath any more more.
Your baby has gone down the plug hole, not lost but gone before.
Gone before.