Beggar Woman:
Alms! Alms! 
For a miserable woman…
On a miserable chilly morning.
Th ank yer, sir. Th ank yer.

Anthony:
Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is? 

Beggar Woman:
Th at's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.

Anthony:
And the young lady who resides there? 

Beggar Woman:
Th at'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, 
little jig jig, 
little bounce around the bush? 
Wouldn't you like to push me parsley?