Poor Thing

There was a barber and his wife
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a knife
But they transported him for life
And he was beautiful

(říká) Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker.

Sweeney Todd:
(říká) What was his crime?

Mrs. Lovett:
(říká) Foolishness.

He had this wife, you see
Pretty little thing
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string
Poor thing
Poor thing

There was this judge, you see
Wanted her like mad
Every day he sent her a flower
But did she come down from her tower
Sat up there and sulked by the hour
Poor fool
Ah, but there was worse yet to come, poor thing

Well, Beadle calls on her all polite
Poor thing
Poor thing
The judge, he tells her is all contrite
He blames himself for her dreadful plight
She must come straight to his house tonight
Poor thing
Poor thing

Of course when she goes there - poor thing, poor thing,
They're havin' this ball all in masks
There's no one she knows there - poor dear, poor thing
She wanders, tormented and drinks - poor thing
The judge has repented, she thinks - poor thing
Oh, where is Judge Turpin?' she asks
He was there alright
Only not so contrite

She wasn't no match for such craft, you see
And everyone thought it so droll
They figured she had to be daft, you see
So all of them stood there and laughed, you see
Poor soul
Poor thing

Sweeney Todd:
(říká) NO!
Would no one have mercy on her?

Mrs. Lovett:
(říká) So it is you. Benjamin Barker.

Sweeney Todd:
(říká) No! Not Barker. That man is dead.
It's Todd now - Sweeney Todd.
And he will have his revenge.