Stephen Sondheim - Ah, Miss lyrics

Beggar Woman: Alms! Alms! For a miserable woman On a miserable chilly morning Thank yer, sir, thank yer Anthony: "Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?" Beggar Woman: "That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is." Anthony: "And the young lady who resides there?" Beggar Woman: "That's Johanna, his pretty little ward. Keeps her snug, He does, all locked up. So don't you go trespa**ing 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 A little jig jig A 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