מילים לשיר Mother's Lament – Cream

traditional) Are we wollin'? A one, a two, a free, a four.
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
A mother was washing her baby one night,
The mother was poor and the baby was thin,
She was only a moment but when she turned back
The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
"Oh, where 'as my baby gone?" The angels replied&'Twas naught but an skelingtin covered with skin.
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug 'ole.
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug.
He should 'ave been washed in a jug, in a jug.
He won't need a bath anymore.
Your baby is perfectly happy,
He's aThankyou,
Not lost but gone before.
Do you wanna do it again.