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Purgatorium Hibernicum 10: Tagg ragg & longtayl for their pray.at rag, tag and bobtail, n.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 10: Tagg ragg & longtayl for their pray. Purgatorium Hibernicum 15: But Nees did power out his prayers / from the very bottom of his [ars].at arse, n.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 15: The Monaghans began to quake / Stinking for fear did buttons make.at one’s arse makes buttons (v.) under button, n.1
Purgatorium Hibernicum 22: De Tayl least toin breame puff behind / And vid a fart blow it from thee.at fart, n.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 22: The more she strive to thrust him out / The more he firkt her hide about.at firk, v.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 7: Nees trotted with his forlorn hope / Where him & his blew Band to save ’em / had fleet prepared to receive ’em.at forlorn hope, n.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 38: A Constant whifler and a Smoker / He was I and as true a Soaker / [...] / And many a Coge of Irish Nectar / God knows they tops together .at Irish nectar (n.) under Irish, adj.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 22: And there she drinke the Deel & all / Supeing and pishing.at piss, v.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 27: Dou pocky whore.at pocky, adj.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 17: Arra pox take dee / Shela I think Dou art after make me / forgett my beads).at pox on —! (excl.) under pox, n.1
Purgatorium Hibernicum 27: Until her rider Curbd the bride- / Delt and clapt Spurrs into her side / And prickt her up .at prick, v.1
Purgatorium Hibernicum 21: And unto dee redend pugg / A place fere I vill hang dee Smugg.at pug, n.1
Purgatorium Hibernicum 27: Until her rider Curbd the bride- / Delt and clapt Spurrs into her side / And prickt her up .at rider, n.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 36: A Sneesing harper / A very Coward & meere sharker.at shark, n.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 18: I eat & seet & fight and flee.at shit, v.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 4: The woods & boggs to Teig and Shone / Are Sanctuary both & throne.at Shone, n.1
Purgatorium Hibernicum 15: An so he smugd her up & kist her.at smug, v.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 38: A Constant whifler and a Smoker / He was I and as true a Soaker / [...] / And many a Coge of Irish Nectar / God knows they tops together .at soaker, n.1
Purgatorium Hibernicum 27: Until her rider Curbd the bride- / Delt and clapt Spurrs into her side / And prickt her up .at spur, n.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 10: Leaped to the shore a crew of swingers / Ready allmost to eat their fingers / ffor very hunger.at swinger, n.1
Purgatorium Hibernicum 7: That Wattle twixt that proves so fattall / To poore Macteig in bloudy battle.at Taig, n.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 1: There was Prince of Antient fame / Bloud of the Teigs Nees was his name.at Taig, n.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 22: De Tayl least toin breame puff behind / And vid a fart blow it from thee.at tail, n.
Purgatorium Hibernicum 6: A frugall weare where they did Guard / To cut their Clath to their own yard.at yard, n.1
Purgatorium Hibernicum n.p.: And den, fen dou has play’d de vagge, / To give me, as before, de bagge! [BS].at give someone the bag (v.) under bag, n.1
Purgatorium Hibernicum n.p.: Belching an oyster in her fist / ‘I care not dis for all de grist!’ [BS].at oyster, n.
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