A muvver was barfin' 'er biby one night, The youngest of ten and a tiny young mite, The muvver was pore and the biby was thin, Only a skelington covered in skin; The muvver turned rahnd for the soap orf the rack, She was but a moment, but when she turned back, The biby was gorn; and in anguish she cried, "Oh, where is my biby?' -- the Angels replied: "Your biby 'as fell dahn the plug'ole, Your biby 'as gorn dahn the plug; The poor little thing was so skinny and thin 'E oughter been barfed in a jug; Your biby is perfectly 'appy, 'E won't need a barf any more, Your biby 'as fell dahn the plug'ole, Not lorst, but gorn before!' |