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!

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim