Ah, Miss

I have sailed the world beheld it's 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

Favour me, favour me with your glance

Ah Miss

What do you, what do you see off there in the 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 'til you, not 'til 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 whose house this is?

There? That's the great Judge Turpin's house that is

And the young lady who resides there?

Oh her? Well that's 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 ya

Or any other youth with mischief on his mind

Ay-oy sailor boy

Want it snuggly harboured?

Open the gate but dock it straight

I see it lists a starboard