- BEGGAR WOMAN:
Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning

[Spoken:]
BEGGAR: “Thank yer, sir. Thank yer.”
ANTHONY HOPE: “Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?”
BEGGAR: “Ah, that's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.”
ANTHONY HOPE: “And the young lady who resides there?”

BEGGAR: “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.”

- BEGGAR WOMAN:
'Ow would you like a little muff, dear
little jig jig
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