oliver - boy for sale lyrics
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[widow corney (spoken)]
get a good price for him, mr. b-mble.
[mr. b-mble]
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.
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