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 . . . (Breathlessly) 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 ANTHONY. JOHANNA: 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 ... BEGGAR WOMAN: Alms, Alms for a miserable woman. Beg your pardon, it's you sir, thank you, thank you kindly. ANTHONY (spoken): One moment mother, perhaps you know who's house this is. BEGGAR WOMAN: (nervously) That, Oh, That's the gret Judge Turpins house that is. ANTHONY: And the young lady who resides there? BEGGAR WOMAN: (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 (laughs widly) ANTHONY: Off with you, OFF!