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A one, a two, a phree, a pho--ah...
A Dmother was washing heGr baby one night;
The Ayoungest of ten and Da delicatAe mite.
The Dmother was poor and thGe baby was thin;
'Twas Anaught but a skeletoDn covered witAh skin.
The Dmother turned 'round for Ga soap off the rack.
She was Aonly a moment bDut when she turnAed back
Her Dbaby had gone, and iGn anguish she cried,
"Oh, Awhere has my baby gone?" TheD angels rAeplied:
DOh, your baby has gone down thGe plug hole.
YAour baby has gone down tDhe plug.
GThe poor little thG7ing was so skDinny and thB7in,
E7He should have been washed in aA jug, in a A7jug.
D Your baby is perfectly Ghappy;
AHe won't need a bath Danymore.
GHe's a-muckin' about with the DangelE7s above,
Not lAost but A7gone beDfore.
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