Текст песни Oliver - Boy For Sale

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