Alms Alms Lyrics

Stephen Sondheim Alms Alms

Alms Alms
Beggar Woman

Alms, alms for a miserable woman!
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank ya, sir thank ya

Antony (spoken)

Mam, could you 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 you go trespassin' there or it’s a good
whipping for you
or 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 you got plenty there to push.
Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!