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?
Ah, that's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is
And the young lady who resides there?
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