W'en ye're young, it promises yer everythin' yer want, if yer only wait.

An' w'en ye're done waitin', yer've lost yer teeth an' yer appetite, or forgot wot yer were waitin' for.

Yes, Joe, the street an' me's old pals.

We've seen one another in sickness an' sorrer an' joy an' jollification, an' it 'ud be a poor job ter part us now.
Funny, ain't it?
This street is more like a 'uman bein' ter me than plenty I know.

Yer see, I can't read the paper, an' see 'oo's bin married and murdered through the week, bein' no scholar, but I can read Cardigan Street like a book.