Ah, Miss

[Anthony:]
I have sailed the world
Beheld its wonders
From the pearl of Spain
To the rubies of Tibet
But not even in London
Have I seen such a wonder.

Lady, look at me, look at me, miss, oh
Look at me, please, oh
Favor me, favor me with your glance
Ah, miss
What do you, what do you see off
There in those trees? Oh
Won't you give, won't you give me a chance?

Who would sail to Spain
For all its wonders
When in Kearney's Lane
Lies the greatest wonder yet?

Ah, miss
Look at you, look at you pale
And ivory skinned, oh
Look at you looking so sad, so queer
Promise
Not to retreat to the darkness
Back of your window
Not till you, not till you look down here
Look at Johanna
Me! Green finch and linnet bird
Look at Nightingale, blackbird
Me! Teach me how to sing
If I cannot fly
Look at me... Let me sing...

[Beggar Woman:]
Alms! Alms
For a miserable woman
Beg your pardon, it's you, sir
Thank yer. Thank yer kindly.

[Anthony:]
One moment, mother. Perhaps you know whose house this is?

[Beggar Woman:]
That! That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that it.

[Anthony:]
And the young lady who resides there?

[Beggar Woman:]
Ah, her! That's Johanna, his pretty little ward
But don't you go
trespassing there, young man
Not if you value your hide
Tamper there and it's a good whipping for you—or any other youth with
mischief on his mind.

Hey! Hoy! Sailor boy
Want it snugly harbored
Open the gate, but dock it straight
I see it lists to starboard.