Stephen Sondheim, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street - Alms Alms текст песни

Begger Woman
Alms, alms for a miserable woman!
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank ya, sir thank ya Antony (spoken)
Mam, could you tell me who’s house this is?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
That? That’s the great Judge Turpin’s house, that is Antony (spoken)
And the young lady who resides there?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
Oh her? That' Johanna, his pretty little ward…
Keeps her snug he does. All locked up So don’t you go trespassin' there or it’s a good whipping for you
Or any other young man with mischief on his mind!
(sung)
How would ya like a little muff dear
A little jig jig. A little bounce around the bush
Would ya like to push me parsley? It looks to me dear that you got plenty there
to push
Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!