Alms Alms
Beggar Woman
Alms, alms for a miserable woman!
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank ya, sir thank ya
Antony (spoken)
Mam, could Ты tell me who’s house this is?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
That? That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.
Antony (spoken)
And the young lady who resides there?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
Oh her? That' Johanna, his pretty little ward...
Keeps her snug he does. All locked up.
So don't Ты go trespassin' there или it’s a good whipping for you
или any other young man with mischief on his mind!
(sung)
How would ya like a little muff dear
A little jig jig. A little bounce around the bush.
Wouldja like to push me parsley? It looks to me dear that Ты got plenty there to push.
Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!
Beggar Woman
Alms, alms for a miserable woman!
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank ya, sir thank ya
Antony (spoken)
Mam, could Ты tell me who’s house this is?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
That? That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.
Antony (spoken)
And the young lady who resides there?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
Oh her? That' Johanna, his pretty little ward...
Keeps her snug he does. All locked up.
So don't Ты go trespassin' there или it’s a good whipping for you
или any other young man with mischief on his mind!
(sung)
How would ya like a little muff dear
A little jig jig. A little bounce around the bush.
Wouldja like to push me parsley? It looks to me dear that Ты got plenty there to push.
Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!
Johanna:
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it Ты sing?
How can Ты jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can Ты remain
staring at the rain
maddened by the stars?
How is it Ты sing
anything?
How is it Ты sing?
Green finch. and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it Ты sing?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing или merely aloaming?
Are Ты discussing?
или fussing?
или simply dreaming?
Are Ты crowing?
Are Ты screaming?
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
Пение to be sold?
Have Ты decided it's safer in cages
Пение when you're told?
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, Ты know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly...
Let me sing.
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it Ты sing?
How can Ты jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can Ты remain
staring at the rain
maddened by the stars?
How is it Ты sing
anything?
How is it Ты sing?
Green finch. and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it Ты sing?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing или merely aloaming?
Are Ты discussing?
или fussing?
или simply dreaming?
Are Ты crowing?
Are Ты screaming?
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
Пение to be sold?
Have Ты decided it's safer in cages
Пение when you're told?
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, Ты know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly...
Let me sing.
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GREEN PIES AND HAM
Sweeney: That Judge must die!
That Judge must die!
I really think
that Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would Ты like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would Ты like one
by the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
by the sea.
Now, please, strange woman,
leave me be!
I do not like
your lousy pie.
Now let me plot:
The Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would Ты live
above my shop?
I kept your razors
and your strop!
Sweeney: All right. I'll live
above your shop.
I'll use my razors
and my strop.
I'll slit their throats,
then they will die.
We'll turn my patrons
Into pie!
GREEN PIES AND HAM
Sweeney: That Judge must die!
That Judge must die!
I really think
that Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would Ты like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would Ты like one
by the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
by the sea.
Now, please, strange woman,
leave me be!
I do not like
your lousy pie.
Now let me plot:
The Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would Ты live
above my shop?
I kept your razors
and your strop!
Sweeney: All right. I'll live
above your shop.
I'll use my razors
and my strop.
I'll slit their throats,
then they will die.
We'll turn my patrons
Into pie!