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Wait, what's rush? What's your hurry?
You gave me a fright, I thought you was a ghost
Half a minute can't you Sit you down, sit
All I meant is I haven't seen a customer for weeks

Did you here for a pie, sir?
Do me if me head's a little vague
What is that? But think we had the plague
From the way that keep avoiding, no, you don't

knows I try, sir
But there's no one comes in to inhale
Right you are, sir, would you a drop of ale?
you I can hardly blame them

These are probably the worst pies in
I know why cares to take them
I should know, I them, but good? No
The worst pies in
Even that's polite, the worst pies in
If you it take a bite

Is that just, disgusting? You have to it
It's nothing but crusting, here this, you'll need it
The worst in London
And no wonder with the of meat

it is when you get it
Never I'd live to see the day
Men'd think it was a treat, finding poor
are dying in the street

Mrs. has a pie shop
a business, but I notice something weird
Lately all her cats have disappeared
to hand it to her, what I calls enterprise
Popping into pies

do in my shop
Just the thought of it's to make you sick
And I'm telling you pussycats is quick
No times is hard, sir

Even harder than the worst pies in
lard and nothing more
Is that just revolting? All greasy and
It looks like molting and tastes like, well, pity
A woman alone limited wind

And the pies in London
Sir, times is hard, times is