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

Did you come for a pie, sir?
Do me if me head's a little vague
What is that? But you'd think we had the
From the way that people keep avoiding, no, you

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

These are probably the worst pies in
I know why nobody to take them
I should know, I them, but good? No
The pies in London
Even that's polite, the worst in London
If you it take a bite

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

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

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

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

Even harder than the worst in London
Only lard and more
Is that just revolting? All greasy and
It looks it's molting and tastes like, well, pity
A woman alone with limited

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