Poor Thing

You've a room over this shop, haven't you?

Times are so hard, why don't you rent it out?

People think it's haunted

Haunted?

Yeah, and who's to say they're wrong?

They say, years ago

Something happened up there

Something not very nice

There was a barber and his wife

And he was beautiful

A proper artist with a knife

But they transported him for life

And he was beautiful

Barker, his name was

Benjamin Barker

What was his crime?

Foolishness

He had this wife, you see

Pretty little thing, silly little nit

Had her chance for the moon on a string

Poor thing, poor thing

There was this judge, you see

Wanted her like mad

Everyday he'd send her a flower

But did she come down from her tower?

Sat up there and sulked by the hour, poor fool

Ah, but there was worse yet to come, poor thing

Well, Beetle calls on her, all polite

Poor thing, poor thing

The judge, he tells her, is all contrite

He blames himself for her dreadful plight

She must come straight to his house tonight

Poor thing, poor thing

Of course, when she goes there

Poor thing, poor thing

They're having this ball, all in masks

There's no one she knows there

Poor dear, poor thing

She wanders tormented and drinks, poor thing

The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing

"Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she asks

He was there alright, only not so contrite

She wasn't no match for such craft, you see

And everyone thought it so droll

They figured, she had to be daft, you see

So, all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see

Poor soul, poor thing

No!

Would no one have mercy on her?

So, it is you, Benjamin Barker

No, not Barker, that man is dead

It's Todd now, Sweeney Todd

And he will have his revenge