Lionel Bart - Boy For Sale lyrics

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.