Alms! Alms! (by Jaime Campbell Bower And Laura Michelle Kelly)
For a miserable woman…
On a miserable chilly morning.
Th ank yer, sir. Th ank yer.
Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?
Th at's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.
And the young lady who resides there?
Th at'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?