tatie n.
a potato; also attrib.
‘Million of Potatoes’ in Chambers Edin. Jrnl (1835) 296: It’s lang ere I the taties need . | ||
Cumberland Pacquet 12 Dec. 4/5: She peels the taties wi’ her teeth. | ||
Annals of Sporting 1 Jan. 28: Huzza for ‘the tato’ by Raleigh ’twas planted. | ||
North Devon Jrnl 11 Dec. 3: Poor Roche's noddle was strangely altered, looking [...] like a 'Devonshire taty'. | ||
Satirist (London) 24 Mar. 519/2: [A] score of ragged lads [...] vending ‘taties all hot’. | ||
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 156: ‘What were you raking there for?’ ‘Taty-peelin’s an’ oyster shells.’. | ||
(con. 1840s–50s) London Labour and London Poor III 413/1: Sometimes ’taties and milk for meals, and sometimes ’taties and fish, and sometimes – aye, often – ’taties and nothing. | ||
Lorna Doone (1923) 234: A bucket of taties mashed with lard and cabbage. | ||
Dundee Courier 24 Nov. 3/5: The weather has been very changeable, but the ‘taties’ are all up in fair order. | ||
Journal of Solomon Sidesplitter 108: ‘Faith!’ said an Irishman to a huckster, ‘your taties are too dear.’. | ||
Boy’s Own Paper 17 June 595: The taties a’ in bloom. [Ibid.] 1 July 627: I’ll carry it upstairs for a cauld tattie. | ||
House with Green Shutters 216: They mind me o’ last year’s early tatties. | ||
Dominie Dismissed 101: Aw was thinkin’ o’ the tattie’ digger [...] it seems an awfu’ roondaboot wye o’ liftin’ tatties. | ||
Gemel in London 30: Guid skinny tatties, tae, an’ saut herrin. | ||
Living Rough 189: We went into a fish and tattie shop an’ had a fish supper. | ||
🎵 Now my vines is all green / ’Tatoes they all red. | ‘Diggin’ My Potatoes’||
Lore and Lang. of Schoolchildren (1977) 183: Potatoes are [...] ‘taties.’. | ||
Blow Your House Down 2: You don’t wash your bloody neck either, do you? You could plant a row of taties in that. | ||
Filth 130: Tattie famine, my hole. It’s cause these fenian cunts are erse-shaggers. | ||
Locked Ward (2013) 106: He usually fetched a meal from the cafeteria [...] it was always stew or mince and tatties. | ||
Bloody January 126: ‘Used to work on the tattie fields down Ayrshire way. Me and every other poor Irish bugger’. |