Ah, Miss

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 trespassing 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