Alms! Alms!
Beggar Woman: Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank yer, sir. Thank yer.
Anthony Hope: Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?
Beggar Woman: Ah, that's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.
Anthony Hope: And the young lady who resides there?
Beggar Woman: Well, that's Johanna, his pretty little ward. Keeps her snug,
he does, all locked up. So don't you go trespassing there
or it's a good whipping for you---or any other young man
with mischief on his mind.
'Ow would you like a little muff, dear
A little jig jig
A little bounce around the bush?
Wouldn't you like to push me parsley?
It looks to me, dear
Like you got plenty there to push
Alms! Alms!
For a desperate woman
[Instrumental to End]