Lyrics Boy For Sale - Paul Whitsun-Jones

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