Oliver Twist

Oliver Twist is the second novel by English author Charles Dickens. It was published 1838. The story is about an orphan boy, Oliver Twist, who escapes from aworkhouse. The story tells about the cruel treatment of a large number of orphans in the Dickens era. Oliver escapes and travels to London where he meets the Artful Dodger, leader of a gang of young pickpockets. Oliver is led to their criminal trainer Fagin. The story, set to music, shows us the life of the rich and the poor who lived in London in days gone by. Food, Glorious Food Is it worth the waiting for, if we live till eighty-four, all we ever get is  GRUEL. Everyday we say a prayermayor, will they change the bill of fairfare, still we get the same old  GRUEL There's not a crust, not a lumpcrumb can we find. Can we beg can we borrowsorrow or cadge. But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrillchill, when we all close our eyes and imagine. Food, glorious food. Hot porridgesausage and mustard. While we're in the mood, cold jelly and custard Peas pudding and saveloys. What next? Can I just mention.Is the question. Rich gentlemen have it, boys indigestionthat's the question! Food, glorious food, we're anxious to try it. Three banquetsblankets a day, our favorite diet! .Just picture a great big steakstake, fried, roasted or stewed. !Oh! Food, wonderful food, marvellousmarvelous food, glorious food     Food, glorious food, don't care what it looks like. Burned, underdone, crude, don't cares what the cook's like!    Just thinking of growing fat our sensessences go reeling. One moment of knowing that  full-up feeling! Food, glorious food. What wouldn't we give for. That extra bit more, that's all that we live for. Why should we be fated to, do nothing but brood Food, magical food, wonderful food, marvelous food, heavenly food, beautiful food, glorious food.     Oliver, Oliver sung by Mr. Bumble Oliver, Oliver. Never before has a boy wanted more.  Oliver, Oliver. Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store There's a dark, thin, winding stairway without any bannister Which we'll throw him down and feed him  kockroachescockroaches served in a canister Oliver, Oliver. What will he do when he's turned black and blue.  He will rue the day somebody named him Ol-i-ver Oliver, Oliver. Never before has a boy wanted more.   Oliver, Oliver. Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store There's a long, thin winding stairwaystareway without any bannister Which we'll throw him down and feed him cockroaches served in a canister Oliver, Oliver. What, heavens pray will the governors say They will lay the blamelay the shameon the one who named him…….. Ol-i-ver Boy For Sale One boy…. Boy for sale… He's going cheapcheep…. Only seven guineas... That -- or thereabouts. Fine boy... Boy for sale... He's yours to keep…. For one thousand pennyspennies… you can work it out     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - I could say he isn't very greedy... I can not, I'd be telling you a taletail One boy…. Boy for salesail…..Come take a peep….Have you ever seen as nice, a boy, for sale. Where is love?  Where is love? Does it fall from skiesskys above? Is it underneath the willow tree, that I've been dreemingdreaming of? Where is she? Who I close my eyes to see? Will I ever know the sweet "hello" that's meantment for only me? Who can say where she may hide? Must I travel far and wide? 'Til I am beside the someone who, I can mean, something to ... Where……….? Where……. is love? Every night I neelkneel and play, let tomorrow be the day When I see the face of someone who, I can mean, something to ... Where……….? Where……. is love?             Consider Yourself  sung by DODGER  Consider yourself my ownat home.   Consider yourself one of the family. I've taken to you so strong.  It's clear we're going to get along. Consider yourself well in.  Consider yourself part of the furniture. There isn't a lot to spare.  Who cares?.. What ever we've got we shareshair! If it should chance to be, we should see, some harder days. Empty larder days. Why grouse? Always a-chance we'll meet, somebody to foot the bill. Then the drinks are on the housein the house! Consider yourself our mate. We don't want to have no fuss. For after some consideration, we can state... Consider yourself……. One of us! You've Got To Pick-A-Pocket    sung by FAGIN and the orphan boys You see, Oliver... In this life, one thing counts. In the bank, large accountsamounts I'm afraid these don't grow on treesfor free, you've got to pick-a-pocket or two You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys. You've got to pick-a-pocket or two BOYS: Large amounts don't grow on trees. You've got to pick-a-pocket or two. !FAGIN: Let's show Oliver how to do it!  dearsdeers……………..?