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MOTHER'S LAMENT: (BABY DOWN THE PLUG HOLE)

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 a skeleton covered with skin.

The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment but when she turned back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
"Oh, where has my baby gone?" The angels replied:

Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug.
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
He should have 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.


MR. FLY
From RR: Hi - I am looking for a song that my daughter used to sing. The first verse was: Mr Fly climbed up a tree, climbed as high as high could be. Lost his grip, came tumbling down. Fell to pieces on the ground. We cannot remember anymore of the song and I have been trying to find it on the web. I am new at the computer, so would appreciate any hints that you might have.

From JULIE T. on the subject of Mr. Fly: I've been looking for the words to the song "Mr. Fly" for a long time and finally hooked into them on your website. But it seems to me there are two lines missing before the words "where his tombstone bears his scrawl, 'He who climbs too high must fall.'" It doesn't work with the tune I learned without the missing two lines, but I can't remember them for the life of me. Can anyone help? Thanks, Julie

So, can anyone fill in the missing lines?

A. Thanks to Wendy who contacted us to say that she knew the missing lyrics of Mr. Fly. . .

Mr. Fly climbed up a tree, climbed as high as high can be
Lost his grip came crashing down,
Fell to pieces on the ground
When the insects heard the sound, echoing for miles around
They began to buzz and cry
"Quick, first aid for Mr. Fly,
"Where's the bandage, where's the splint
"Get some liniment and lint,
"Should we give him aspirin,
Or should we call a doctor in"
Then a wise ole flea spoke out
"You don't know what you're about
"He's beyond the reach of aid, get a pick and get a spade
"Where his tombstone bears his scrawl