Ah, Miss - Stephen Sondheim

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 yout' with mischief on 'is 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!