Alms! Alms!

Lucy:
Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning

(říká) Thank yer, sir. Thank yer.

Anthony Hope:
(říká) Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?

Lucy:
(říká) Ah, that's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.

Anthony Hope:
(říká) And the young lady who resides there?

Lucy:
(říká) 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