Oliver! — Oliver

Mr. Bumble

For what you are about to receive May the lord make you truly thankful.

Boys

Amen

Oliver

Spoken

Mr. Bumble

Spoken

Oliver

Spoken

Mr. Bumble

Spoken

Widow Corney

Catch him!

Mr. Bumble

Snatch him!

Widow Corney

Hold him!

Mr. Bumble

Scold him!

Widow Corney

Pounce him! Trounce him! Pick him up and bounce him!

Mr. Bumble

Wait! Before we put the lad to task May I be so crious as to ask His name?

Boys (Whispering)

O-li-ver.

Widow Corney And Mr. Bumble

Oliver! Oliver!

Mr. Bumble

Never beofre has a boy wanted more!

Mr. Bumble And Widow Corney

Oliver! Oliver!

Widow Corney

Won't ask for more whne he knows what's in store.

Mr. Bumble

There a dar, thin, winding stairway Witout an bannister Whil we'll throuwhim down, and feed him on Cockrouches served in a canister

All

Oliver! Oliver!

MR. BUMBLE What will he do when he's turned black and blue? He will curse the day Somebody named him

All

O-li-ver!

Mr. Bumble

Oliver! Oliver! Never before has a boy wanted more! Oliver! Oliver!

Widow Corney

Won't ask for more When he knows what's in store.

Mr. Bumble

There's a sooty chimney Long overdue for a sweeping out Which we'll push him up, And one day next year with the rats he'll be creeping out.

All

Oliver! Oliver!

Mr. Bumble

What will her do? In this terrible stew? He will rue the day somebody name him...

All And Widow Corney

O-li-ver!

Governors

Oliver! Oliver! Never before has a boy asked for more Oliver! Oliver!

Chairman

Pray some decorum restore, I implore... Let us face this case, it's Unpreedented, qute utterly.

Governors

He's disgraced this place.

Large Governor

Encouraging others to swallow in gluttony.

All

Oliver!...Oliver! Lock him in jail And then put him on sale, For the highest bid Glad to be rid Of O-li-ver!

Widow Corney (Spoken)

Lock him up! Collect his belongings then bring him back to me when you've done. To bed, all of you!