![[UK]](/static/img/flags/uk.png "United Kingdom")
Palace & Hovel 70: Jerry, my moke’s a bird [...] to match him’s quite absurd.at bird, n.5
Palace & Hovel 70: Jerry, my moke’s a bird [...] to match him’s quite absurd. Palace & Hovel 69: My highlows were the cheese, with breeches to the knees.at cheese, the, n.
Palace & Hovel 58: I say, ye pair of duffers, give us tuppence to get a pot o’ beer.at duffer, n.1
Palace & Hovel 69: My highlows were the cheese, with breeches to the knees.at highlows (n.) under high, adj.1
Palace & Hovel 66: Let us pad the hoof together [...] and we’ll do the best we can.at pad the hoof (v.) under pad, v.1
Palace & Hovel 478: This is the famous ‘Kate Hamilton’ [...] and her first question is, ‘Will you stand some “Sham”?’.at sham, n.2
Palace & Hovel 69: My togs from Bond street came, it’s a nobby slap-up street / [...] / Nicol’s my man for shirts, with his I cuts a shine.at cut a shine (v.) under shine, n.2
Palace & Hovel 65: We were spliced, Judy and I — she wos an Irish gal and a good worker.at splice, v.
Palace & Hovel 478: The women call champagne ‘fizz’ and ale ‘swill’.at swill, n.
Palace & Hovel 69: Here’s Spuds at Thrums a pound, they’re prime ’uns as I’ve found.at thrums, n.
Palace & Hovel 69: My toggery was quite correct — my coat was Irish frieze.at toggery, n.
Palace & Hovel 64: This is agin’ to be a topper of a meal tonight, and all of us will welcome you gents to our ’umble board.at topper, n.1
Palace & Hovel 58: ‘Give me back my gin!’ she screamed [...] ‘That’ll do, ole lady,’ says he, ‘I’d rather you drink that White Satan [sic] nor me’.at white satin (n.) under white, adj.
no more results