Are we rollin'? A-one, a-two, a-three, a-four... A mother 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 a soap off the rack She was only a moment, but a-when she turned back Her baby had gone and in anguish she cried "Oh, where 'as my baby gone?" The angels replied "Oh, your baby has gone down the plug-'ole Oh, your baby has gone down the plug The poor little thing was so skinny and thin He should 'ave been washed in a jug, in a jug Your baby is perfectly happy He won't need a bath anymore He's a-muckin' about with the angels above Not lost, but gone before" Thank you. Do you wanna do it again?