1837 Marryat Snarleyyow II 212: ‘Howsomever, I have nothing to say, but I wish you, luck; but if you kill that dog, I’m a bishop – that’s all’. ‘And if I don’t try for to do so, I am an harchbishop, that’s all,’ replied the gallant Smallbones.at I’m a Dutchman, phr.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow II 191: Ladies, Mr. Vanslyperken stands treat, and, please the pigs, we’ll make a night of it.at an’t please the pigs, phr.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow III (Calcutta edn) 175: And over how many years do they extend their pages! while our bantling is produced in the regular nine months.at bantling, n.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow II 32: ‘That lad’s a prime bit of stuff,’ observed Spurey.at bit of stuff, n.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 6: I will have an answer, by all that’s blue!’ was the ejaculation of the next six strides.at by all that’s blue! (excl.) under blue, adj.1
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 192: Oh, I don’t know – sort of half-bred, long-shore chap – looks something between a bumbailey and a bumboatman.at bum-boat, n.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 9: He [dog] rose on his hind legs, snapped the herring out of Smallbones’ hand, bolted forward by the lee gangway, and [...] Smallbones bolted after him.at bolt, v.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 50: It was one night when we were boozing over a stiff glass at the new shop there.at booze, v.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 14: ‘The skipper’s out o’ sorts again this morning,’ said Obadiah [...] ‘Then, by Got, we will have de breeze,’ replied Jansen.at breeze, n.1
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 192: Oh, I don’t know – sort of half-bred, long-shore chap – looks something between a bumbailey and a bumboatman.at bum, n.2
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 15: On the table [...] was a white wash-hand basin, nearly half full of burgoo, a composition of boiled oatmeal and water, very wholesome, and very hot.at burgoo, n.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow II 198: Now, Mr What-the-devil’s-your-name, you must drink off a glass of my burnt brandy.at what the devil...?, phr.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow III (Calcutta edn) 203: By gum, he’s a-done for me at last. Well, I don’t care, I can die but once, that’s sartin sure; and he’ll go to the devil, that’s sartin sure.at do for, v.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 246: ‘Be aisy, my jewel,’ replied Nancy, mimicking the Irishman.at easy!, excl.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 105: If she’s not mine in half an hour, I’ll flog each mother’s son.at every mother’s son, n.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 50: We were boozing [...] at the Pint in Portsmouth—and so you see, falling in with him, I wished to learn something about my new skipper.at fall in (v.) under fall, v.3
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 99: Oceans of punch, and rivers of rum, / Await the sailor at Fiddler’s Green.at fiddler’s green (n.) under fiddler, n.3
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 189: And as for that ’peaching old Corporal Blubber, I’ll Wan Spitter him if ever he turns up again to blow the gaff against my own dear Jemmy.at blow the gaff (v.) under gaff, n.1
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow II 158: ‘I can douse a glim, anyhow,’ cried Jemmy.at douse the glim (v.) under glim, n.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 11: Have you not a herring there, you herring-gutted scoundrel?at herring-gutted, adj.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow II 37: That dog I’ll settle the hash of some way or the other, if it be the devil’s own cousin.at settle the hash (v.) under hash, n.1
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow I 14: Yes, as sure as Mother Carey’s chickens raise the gale, [...] I’ll be down and get my breakfast, there may be keel-hauling before noon.at keel-hauling, n.
1837 Marryat Snarleyyow II 28: ‘Hell to pay and no pitch hot,’ added Jemmy.at hell to pay under hell, n.