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 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 yer, thank yer kindly One moment, mother Perhaps you know who's house this is? That? Oh, that's the great 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 whipping for you-or any other youth with mischief on his mind Hey! Hoy! Sailor boy! Want it snuggly harbored? Open me gate but dock it straight I see it lists to starboard Off with you! Be off!