Jessamine:
What would you suggest I do with my life?
Where would you suggest I find my next supper?
How do you imagine a girl such as me?
Can exist on the streets
Not a farthing to spend
On a morsel of bread or of bu*ter!
Many's the time that I dreamt of a far different story
Many's the time that I prayed for escape
From this freezing and negligent cage
Where would you suggest I take my next step?
What would you suggest I wear on my body?
How do you believe that a girl such as me
Can survive through the night
When the frost starts to bite
And London's too cold and too foggy
Many's the time that I dreamt of a far different story
But what good is dreaming when
Happier prospects are blasted as one from my sight
King:
Feed her… and please, find her something warm to wear
Jessamine:
Thank you
Amelia:
Has it always been this way?
Jessamine:
There is no other way
Amelia:
Perhaps fate will offer you choices?
Jessamine:
Choices? And what would those be?
What would you suggest I take the next day?
What would you suggest I plan for my future?
How do you prefer that a girl such as me
Keep a stiff upper lip – The occasional quip
Most of all be a brave little trooper!
Many's the time that I dreamt of a far different story
That someone would fly to my side
And then take me away
Many's the time that I prayed for escape
From this poverty
But always I came to conclude that in fact I could
Never break free from these hopeless
And desperate days
Desperate days