Buns ‘N’ Roses Andrew Lloyd Webber

[FLOWER SELLER]
Roses, glorious roses
Lovingly planted fruit of the land

[MILKMAIDS]
Fresh milk, creamy and frothy
Straight from my dairy, squeezed by my hand

[RIBBON SELLER]
Ribbons, colorful ribbons
Truly a rainbow, simply divine

[BAKER]
Hot buns, check out my hot buns
True, there are not buns equal to mine

[MINSTREL]
Oh, quelle belle matinee
Oh, quelle belle journee

[BAKER, spoken]
Ah, I see you're admiring my buns, child

[URCHIN, spoken]
I can't afford one, sir