[MR. BUMBLE]   For what you are about to receive   May the lord make you truly thankful.      [BOYS]   Amen      [OLIVER]   [spoken] Please, Sir, I want some more.      [MR. BUMBLE]   [spoken] What?!      [OLIVER]   [spoken] Please, Sir, I want some more.      [MR. BUMBLE]   [spoken] More!?      [WIDOW CORNEY]   Catch him!      [MR. BUMBLE]   Snatch him!      [WIDOW CORNEY]   Hold him!      [MR. BUMBLE]   Scold him!      [WIDOW CORNEY]   Pounce him!   Trounce him!   Pick him up and bounce him!      [MR. BUMBLE]   Wait!   Before we put the lad to task   May I be so crious as to ask   His name?      [BOYS (whispering)]   O-li-ver.      [WIDOW CORNEY AND MR. BUMBLE]   Oliver! Oliver!      [MR. BUMBLE]   Never beofre has a boy wanted more!      [MR. BUMBLE AND WIDOW CORNEY]   Oliver! Oliver!      [WIDOW CORNEY]   Won't ask for more whne he knows what's in store.      [MR. BUMBLE]   There a dar, thin, winding stairway   Witout an bannister   Whil we'll throuwhim down, and feed him on   Cockrouches served in a canister      [ALL]   Oliver! Oliver!      MR. BUMBLE   What will he do when he's turned black and blue?   He will curse the day   Somebody named him      [ALL]   O-li-ver!      [MR. BUMBLE]   Oliver! Oliver!   Never before has a boy wanted more!   Oliver! Oliver!      [WIDOW CORNEY]   Won't ask for more   When he knows what's in store.      [MR. BUMBLE]   There's a sooty chimney   Long overdue for a sweeping out   Which we'll push him up,   And one day next year with the rats he'll be creeping out.      [ALL]   Oliver! Oliver!      [MR. BUMBLE]   What will her do?   In this terrible stew?   He will rue the day somebody name him...      [ALL AND WIDOW CORNEY]   O-li-ver!      [GOVERNORS]   Oliver!   Oliver!   Never before has a boy asked for more   Oliver!   Oliver!      [CHAIRMAN]   Pray some decorum restore, I implore...   Let us face this case, it's   Unpreedented, qute utterly.      [GOVERNORS]   He's disgraced this place.      [LARGE GOVERNOR]   Encouraging others to swallow in gluttony.      [ALL]   Oliver!...Oliver!   Lock him in jail   And then put him on sale,   For the highest bid   Glad to be rid   Of    O-li-ver!      [WIDOW CORNEY (spoken)]   Lock him up!    Collect his belongings then bring him back to me    when you've done.    To bed, all of you!