Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street | Lyrics

Alms, Alms

[WOMAN]
Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning

(spoken)
Thank yer, sir. Thank yer.

[ANTHONY, spoken]
Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?

[WOMAN, spoken]
Ah, that's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.

[ANTHONY, spoken]
And the young lady who resides there?

[WOMAN, spoken]
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一or any other young man with mischief on his mind.

(sung)
'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