Alms Alms

Alms, alms

For a miserable woman

On a miserable chilly morning

Thank you, sir, thank you

Ma'am, could you tell me who's house this is?

Ah, that's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is

And the young lady who resides there?

Oh 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?

Would ya like to push me parsley?

It looks to me dear like you got plenty there to push

Alms, alms

For a desperate woman