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Sons O’ Men 188: My word, it’s jest a little bit o’ all right.at bit of all right, a, phr.
Sons O’ Men 188: My word, it’s jest a little bit o’ all right. Sons O’ Men 83: Oh, it’s all sereno for you.at all serene, adj.
Sons O’ Men 255: Don’t you give me no back-talk.at back-talk, n.
Sons O’ Men 43: It’s the beastly silence jags me. [...] I’ve prayed for a southerly buster sometimes – just to hear a row.at buster, n.1
Sons O’ Men 134: If Lane ’as hany last rud’ments of sense ’e’ll give us the chuck-hout ’stead of beer.at chuck-out, n.
Sons O’ Men 222: My crikey, I wouldn’t like Cummil’s knife inter me!at crikey!, excl.
Sons O’ Men 9: Stop that croaking, then. D’you hear?at croak, v.1
Sons O’ Men 216: He won’t make the clean pertater out o’ this waster. A daisy – that’s what he is. A slap-up daisy.at daisy, n.
Sons O’ Men 237: There weren’t no old days; I’ll take my dick on that.at dick, n.3
Sons O’ Men 256: ‘Ass [...] He’s going to be dropped himself.’ The rifle spoke on the heel of the words.at drop, v.3
Sons O’ Men 6: It’s boun’ ter be stripy. But bring all yer c’n ter th’ flats.at strip(e)y, adj.
Sons O’ Men 231: ‘Give you the go, ’as she?’ he asked delicately.at give someone/something the go (v.) under go, n.3
Sons O’ Men 187: Twenty-five galopshus, full-bodied, double chaps.at golopshus, adj.
Sons O’ Men 8: ‘Keep yer ’ead shut,’ howled Muggins.at keep one’s head shut (v.) under head, n.
Sons O’ Men 43: It’s the beastly silence jags me.at jag, v.2
Sons O’ Men 112: ‘There’s a ketch missing from out.’ ‘Ketch be fiddled!’.at jigger, v.3
Sons O’ Men 18: ‘My land!’ he said. ‘I’m fair starved.’.at my land! (excl.) under land, n.1
Sons O’ Men 57: Wi stood up [...] and hurled all the bad words of his knowledge at the pakeha.at Pākehā, n.
Sons O’ Men 43: Yer was a fair scallywag ter the boys, yer know.at scallywag, n.
Sons O’ Men 263: ‘There’ll be a holy row in a shake,’ gasped Thornton.at shake, n.1
Sons O’ Men 247: He’s no slousher at this.at slousher, n.
Sons O’ Men 235: Walt, yer are a smeller, straight wire.at smeller, n.
Sons O’ Men 10: You may call it what you darn well please, but it’s going to be a snorter.at snorter, n.2
Sons O’ Men 5: Stop off that row, and git inter yer boots.at stop off (v.) under stop, v.
Sons O’ Men 13: ‘I’ve ’ad suff of this,’ he said. ‘We’ve grafted ten hours, an’ I’m done in.’.at suff, adj.
Sons O’ Men 80: Reckon that fancy cutter ’ll git ’is walkin’-ticket over it.at walking ticket (n.) under ticket, n.1
Sons O’ Men 21: Lavel had found occasion to call Franklin a turnip-headed liar.at turnip-head (n.) under turnip, n.
Sons O’ Men 187: And won’t there be wigs on the green to-morrow?at wigs on the green (n.) under wig, n.2
Sons O’ Men 235: Walt, yer are a smeller, straight wire.at straight wire (n.) under wire, n.1
Sons O’ Men 252: He’ll wooden more of you out if you scare him.at wooden (out) (v.) under wooden, adj.
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