ANTHONY (Gazing at her, sings softly):
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.
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?
Look at you look at you pale and
Look at you looking so sad so queer.
Not to retreat to the darkness
Back of your window
Not till you not till you look down here.
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 ...
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.
(nervously) That, Oh, That's the gret Judge Turpins house that is.
And the young lady who resides there?
(increasingly nervous) Oh her? Well that's J-Johanna, His pretty little ward.
Oh but don't you go tresspassing there young man. Not if you value your hide.
Tamper there and it's a good wippin' for ya,
or any other yout' wif mischeif on 'is mind. (laughs)
(Sing-song) Hey, Oink sailor boy, want it's lovely harbored,
open me gate but don't get straight I see it lists to starboard
ANTHONY: Off with you, OFF!