1870 Cythera’s Hymnal in Pearsall (1969) 378: And I don’t like to see a man, drunk as an earl, / Getting into a lamp post think it’s a girl.at drunk as (a)..., adj.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 58: When Ma wiped the bum of one brother, / The other would cry ‘ll serene’.at all serene, adj.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 75: A piece of charcoal / Flew up her arsehole, / And burnt all the hair off her quim.at arsehole, n.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 65: If you want, my dear, to see / The effect you’ve had on me, / You should ax, my dear, should ax, my dear, my eye.at ask my...!, excl.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 74: A nasty old bugger of Cheltenham / Once shit in his bags as he knelt in ’em.at bags, n.2
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 73: My father’s yard measure / I view with great pleasure, / Such a bloody great battering ram!at battering piece, n.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 8: I can only tell when he’s in / By his bumping my belly with his.at belly bump, v.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 5: Three bitches sat up in St Mary’s tower / And they trimmed their quims.at bitch, n.1
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 21: The ghost of the spinster / [...] / carried him off to blazes.at blazes, n.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 63: My bowels did relax, / dropped my bloody wax.at body wax (n.) under body, n.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 14: I’ve sailed into C’s of all sizes, / And in them full often I stick.at C, n.1
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 71: There was a young woman of Hadley / Who would with an omnibus cad lie.at cad, n.1
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal in Pearsall (1969) 375: Claps that set at nought and sold him, / Pox that burned him grievously.at clap, n.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 23: Dean Trench as a metaphor uses / To typify clap-juice and spend.at clap-juice (n.) under clap, n.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 22: One lays his barren old pin to rest / In the folds of a clap-rag for life.at clap-rag (n.) under clap, n.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 7: His clock-weights hung down to his knees.at clock-weights (n.) under clock, n.1
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 14: Cunt / [...] / Who always takes pleasure / To soothe a cock-stand.at cockstand, n.
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 57: Cried Fabian one day to his brother, / ‘Now this is a corker to me’.at corker, n.2
1870 Cythera’s Hymnal 81: They found on the grass / The marks of her arse, / And the knees of the man who had crossed her.at cross, v.2