Boy For Sale — Oliver
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Widow Corney (Spoken)
Get a good price for him, Mr. Bumble.
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.