Nor there ain't no money in it no more, neever. Time was when it warn't unusual wot any gent kippin' down the street'd skin out wif a couple o' shillings. But now it's all Lombard Street to a china orange that some posh toff in a velvet weskit will pass you by w'out so much as thrupence. 'Pon my word, a ha'penny won't buy so much these days as it did afore. A bloke used to have hopes wot he could make, coo, ha'penny an hour out bein' picturesque. Now 'e's lucky t' get ha-ha'penny, an' he buys his own tea wiv it.
Crikey, it's right hard work enough! Still, I'm blest if I'll quit. I ain't a-goin' a-bed wivout I make enough money fer Mum's brandy punch. Bless you Sir!
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