Old Sod n.
Ireland, esp. as ould Sod.
Irishman in London II i: He vexes me so when he speaks congrumshously about the sod [...] I have made Cymon blind drunk in love with Ireland. | ||
Britons Strike Home 10: Erin go bra is the song of the sod, And adds zest to each Irishman’s toast. | ||
Sporting Mag. July XXIV 215/2: ‘Why,’ says a son of the sod to his brother, John Bull, ‘why is fire ungrateful?’. | ||
‘Paddy Miles’s Boy’ Irish Songster 13: What Irishman ever sprung from the Green Sod, could think of living without enjoyment of those illigant accomplishments. | ||
‘Paddy Miles’ My Young Wife and I Songster 59: I made up my mind for to leave the ould sod. | ||
Knocknagow 84: Indeed [...] that love of the ‘old sod’ evinced itself in what some might consider a ludicrous manner at her last moment. [Ibid.] 591: But ye’re all lavin’ Ireland – all lavin’ the ould sod. | ||
Nat. Police Gaz. (NY) 13 May 2/1: The Irish tenant has enough wrongs to right In the metropolis before he talks fight on the ‘ould sod’. | ||
Bulletin (Sydney) 20 June 6/4: We once knew a converted Irishman, and we reckon that he was a fair specimen of the regenerate sinner. His name was ‘Tip’ M’Grath, the front portion of which modesty referred to his birth place in the ‘Ould Sod.’. | ||
Dead Bird (Sydney) 8 Feb. 2/3: As is the custom in the ould sod, [...] he sought subscriptions from his neighbours. | ||
Indian Advocate (Sacred Heart, OK) 1 Apr. 15/1: Tho’ every shamrock has with blood been wet, / There’s life, thank God, within the old sod yet. | ||
Sydney Sportsman (Surry Hills, NSW) 8 June 1/3: [A] well-known hotelkeeper, a real sporty son of the Old Sod. | ||
Soggarth Aroon 48: The Widow Moran’s house was as emerald as ‘th’ Ould Sod’ itself. | ||
Amer. Songbag 33: The Ould Sod. | ||
(ref. to late 19C) Amer. Madam (1981) 204: She was a huge Irishwoman [...] ‘from the auld sod’ as she put it. | ||
Old-Time Saloon 114: If three sons of the sod got together, the business before the house was to recite ‘Shamus O’Brien’ and free Ireland. | ||
Black City 162: We’ve got to get the British out of Ireland, from every last inch of the sod. | ||
Ginger Man (1958) 35: I’ll give you the jug to remember me when I’m gone from the ould sod. | ||
Shiner Slattery 168: He could talk of the ould sod. He could dance an Irish jig. | ||
Remembering How We Stood 105: Sure if it isn’t the bould Paddy Kavanagh he sel’ that’s after wandering over from the four fair green fields of the ould sod itself. | ||
Patriot Game (1985) 189: The IRA’s [...] running guns back to the Old Sod. | ||
Guardian Editor 18 June 12: Postcards from the Old Sod. | ||
Indep. on Sun. Culture 21 May 6: The largest festival of culture from the Auld Sod ever held anywhere. |