Alms Alms

Alms! Alms! For a miserable woman On a miserable chilly morning Thank yer, sir, thank yer Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is? Eh, that's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is And the young lady who resides there? 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 How 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