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.
