Parlor Songs

Sweet Polly Plunkett lay in the grass

Turned her eyes heavenward, sighing

I am a lass who alas loves a lad

Who alas has a lass in Canterbury

'Tis a row dow diddle dow day

'Tis a row dow diddle dow dee

Mrs. Lovett: "Oh, Beadle Bamford, I didn't know you was a music lover, too."

Beadle: "Oh, when I saw this dear old song book I couldn't resist."

Sweet Polly Plunkett saw her life pass

Flew down the city road, crying

I am a lass who alas loves a lad

Who alas has a lass loves another lad

Who once I had

In Canterbury

'Tis a row dow diddle dow day

'Tis a row dow diddle dow dee

Beadle: "Well, ma'am, I hope you have a few moments, you see there's been complaints."

Mrs. Lovett: "Complaints?"

Beadle: "It's about the stink from your chimney. Just a routine inspection of course. Ah, one of mother's favorites."

If one bell rings in the Tower of Bray

Ding dong, your true love will stay

Ding dong, one bell today in the Tower of Bray

Ding dong!

Beadle: "Anyway, health regulations being my duty, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to let me take a look."

Mrs. Lovett: "At the bakehouse?"

Beadle: "That's right, Ma'am."

Mrs. Lovett: "Oh, but it's locked you see, and I don't have the key."

Mrs. Lovett: "Mr. Todd, he's got the key, and he's not here right now."

Beadle: "When will he be back?"

Mrs. Lovett: "Well, I couldn't say I'm sure."

Beadle: "Then we'll just have to wait for him, won't we?"

But if two bells ring in the Tower of Bray

Ding dong, ding dong, your true love will stray

Ding dong, ding dong! Two bells today in the Tower of Bray

Ding dong! Ding dong!

Beadle: "What's that?"

Mrs. Lovett: "Oh. oh that's just the lad what helps me with the pies."

Beadle: "But surley he's in the bakehouse then, isn't he?"

Mrs. Lovett: "Oh yes, yes, oh yes of course!"

Mrs. Lovett: "But you see, last week he run off and we found him 2 days later down by the embankment half-starved, poor thing."

Mrs. Lovett: "So ever since then, we locks him in for his own security."

Mrs. Lovett: "Oh! do have a try at the third bell, it always touches my heart."

If three bells ring in the Tower of Bray

Beadle: "Since you're a fellow music lover, ma'am, why not raise your voice along with mine?"

Mrs. Lovett: "All right."

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Your love's gone away

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Three bells today in the Tower of Bray

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong

If four bells ring in Tower of

Mrs. Lovett: "How many bells are there?"

Beadle: "Twelve."

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Then lovers must pray!

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Four bells today in the Tower of Bray

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong

Ding dong!