理发师陶德

Alms, alms

Alms, alms

On a miserable chilly morning

Thank you, sir!

Ma'am?

Could you tell me whose house this is?

That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.

And the young lady who resides there?

Oh, that's Johanna, his pretty little ward.

Keeps her snug, he does. All locked up.

So don't you go trespassing there, or it's a good whipping for you,

or any other young man with mischief on his mind.

Alms, alms