Boy For Sale lyrics by Oliver. One boy, Boy for sale. He's going cheap. Only seven guineas. That -- or thereabouts. Small boy... Rather pale... From lack of...
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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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