Ghastly Murders In The East-End.

Narrator

Alright, ma ladies, settle down. Will yeh get comfy wiv a glass of fine wine or coffee I'd tell ya what thy have witnessed.

I want ya to imagine a dark city filled with smoke and the quiet city with Vermin running the streets.

Drunken old shiters are all on the curb or walking home singing like Wales. Some of these blokes have awful taste in awful bad language.

See, we kids on the streets dont have homes. We work for an old cunt.
That yeh feeds us but not pays us for stealling wallets and trinkets.

There this angel who sings in a saloon
She is beautiful. However, she is dating a guy who looks like a begga.

He is the right old cun't he tells me to shine his shoes but he just like we all are bums on the street.

This old coger is a right stick in the mud he takes stuff and does not pay ya. See
This old coger digs he as a dog who will rip you into he shredded me trousers, so I only wear them half mast.

That ye old bastard laughs and gets away with it.
I've informed the police countless times. However, they won't listen to me, ya see, I am a street rat a regular bum off the streets.

We street rats have to climb chimney clean them with the black sweeper brush we work the streets cleaning shoes to earn money.

However, the old geezer I logged with was a lot of boys working the streets to Rob wallets and the finest silks.

However, I was at the right place at the wrong time. I witnessed a grizzly corrupted soul who voice committed a murder so foul I dare not want to see yeh again.

So sit your comfy butt's on your sofas, ya lucky devil's, let me tell you the whole story save yeh gasps for later.
I'd say when shall we begin.