Ah, Miss

I have sailed the world beheld its wonders

From the pearls 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 me! (Green finch and linnet bird)

(Nightingale, blackbird)

Look at me! (Teach me how to sing)

(If I cannot fly)

Look at me (Let me sing)

Alms, Alms for a miserable woman

Beg your pardon, it's you, sir

Thank you, thank you kindly

"One moment, mother"

"Perhaps you know who's house this is?"

"That, oh, that's the gret Judge Turpin's house, that is."

"And the young lady who resides there?"

"Oh, her? Well, that's J-Johanna, his pretty little ward."

"Oh, but don't you go trespassing there, young man."

"Not if you value your hide."

"Tamper there and it's a good whippin' for ya"

"Or any other youth with mischief on his mind"

Hey, Oink sailor boy, want it snuggly harbored?

Open me gate but dock it straight -- I see it lists to starboard

"Off with you, be off!"