Beggar 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. Wouldja like to push me parsley? It looks to me dear that you got plenty there to push. Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!