Oliver
Boy For Sale Lyrics
MR. BUMBLE
One boy,
Boy for sale.
He's going cheap.
Only seven guineas.
That, or thereabouts.
Small boy...
Rather pale...
From lack of sleep.
Feed him gruel dinners.
Stop him getting stout.
If I should say he wasn't very greedy
I could not, I'd be telling you a tale.
One boy,
Boy for sale.
Come take a peep.
Have you ever seen as
Nice
A boy
For sale.
