Alms Alms
Beggar Woman
Alms, alms for a miserable woman!
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank ya, sir thank ya
Antony (spoken)
Mam, could tu 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 tu go trespassin' there o it’s a good whipping for you
o 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 tu got plenty there to push.
Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!
Beggar Woman
Alms, alms for a miserable woman!
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank ya, sir thank ya
Antony (spoken)
Mam, could tu 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 tu go trespassin' there o it’s a good whipping for you
o 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 tu got plenty there to push.
Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!
Johanna:
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it tu sing?
How can tu jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can tu remain
staring at the rain
maddened por the stars?
How is it tu sing
anything?
How is it tu sing?
Green finch. and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it tu sing?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing o merely aloaming?
Are tu discussing?
o fussing?
o simply dreaming?
Are tu crowing?
Are tu screaming?
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
canto to be sold?
Have tu decided it's safer in cages
canto when you're told?
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, tu know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly...
Let me sing.
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it tu sing?
How can tu jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can tu remain
staring at the rain
maddened por the stars?
How is it tu sing
anything?
How is it tu sing?
Green finch. and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it tu sing?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing o merely aloaming?
Are tu discussing?
o fussing?
o simply dreaming?
Are tu crowing?
Are tu screaming?
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
canto to be sold?
Have tu decided it's safer in cages
canto when you're told?
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, tu know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly...
Let me sing.
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GREEN PIES AND HAM
Sweeney: That Judge must die!
That Judge must die!
I really think
that Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would tu like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would tu like one
por the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
por the sea.
Now, please, strange woman,
leave me be!
I do not like
your lousy pie.
Now let me plot:
The Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would tu live
above my shop?
I kept your razors
and your strop!
Sweeney: All right. I'll live
above your shop.
I'll use my razors
and my strop.
I'll slit their throats,
then they will die.
We'll turn my patrons
Into pie!
GREEN PIES AND HAM
Sweeney: That Judge must die!
That Judge must die!
I really think
that Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would tu like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would tu like one
por the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
por the sea.
Now, please, strange woman,
leave me be!
I do not like
your lousy pie.
Now let me plot:
The Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would tu live
above my shop?
I kept your razors
and your strop!
Sweeney: All right. I'll live
above your shop.
I'll use my razors
and my strop.
I'll slit their throats,
then they will die.
We'll turn my patrons
Into pie!