Moving A Drunk

A policeman from Cullybackey is transferred to Belfast, and on his first night out on the beat he comes across a drunk lying down the street from the City Hall.
Being a fair cop, he gets out the notebook and pencil to write a report before taking the drunk in.
So he's standing there writing away laboriously when a passer-by walks past, as passers-by tend to.
'Excuse me, sir,' says the constable, 'but could you tell me what street we're in?'
'Why yes,' says the passer-by. This is Chichester Street.'
'Ay right, says the constable, scratching his head. 'You wouldn't give us a hand to move him into May Street, would you?'