Oliver is brought to Mr. Bumble with all his worldly belongings in a
small bundle. Bumble takes him off to sell, singing:
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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