1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Apples’ in Jarrahland Jingles 165: The loyal liquor they were swilling [...] whenever there’s a plentitude of amber eau-de-vie, Cronk sentiment is equally abundant.at amber, adj.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘The Poet’ in Jarrahland Jingles 29: The poet adjourned to the neighboring pub And blew out his bingey with beer!at bingy, n.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘A Gibney-Riley Wrangle’ in Jarrahland Jingles 22: Let their blanky Lordships stay there till they’ve picked their blanky bone!at blanky, adj.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Is It Hot Enough?’ in Jarrahland Jingles 173: If Gussie has a bob he’ll soon be blewing it.at blew, v.2
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Them was the Days’ in Jarrahland Jingles 168: I’ll never leave yer, strike me blue, I won’t so ’elp me, bli me!at blimey!, excl.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Apples’ in Jarrahland Jingles 164: The banquet was a bonza, a rare recherche feed.at bonzer, n.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Slingin’ Tips’ in Jarrahland Jingles 40: Gordstruth! ’Ow they chuck away their chips!at chip, n.2
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Apples’ in Jarrahland Jingles 165: They were picked by cockies’ kiddies.at cocky, n.2
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Apples’ in Jarrahland Jingles 165: The loyal liquor they were swilling [...] whenever there’s a plentitude of amber eau-de-vie, Cronk sentiment is equally abundant.at cronk, adj.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Slingin’ Tips’ in Jarrahland Jingles 39: Ev’ry one a real dead-bird.at dead bird (n.) under dead, adj.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Andrew Barr of Doodlekine’ in Jarrahland Jingles 58: He dreamed of times when he and Brim Would flip a dook with ’aughty Kings.at dook, n.1
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘A Gibney-Riley Wrangle’ in Jarrahland Jingles 21: ‘All bunkum,’ grunted Riley [...] ‘A lot of fools’ flapdoodle,’.at flapdoodle, n.2
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Them was the Days’ in Jarrahland Jingles 169: When water wasn’t fit to drink [...] I promise yer I was just IT [...] When up I brings me plumber’s kit, An’ gives ’em dinkum gabbie.at gabby, n.1
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Them was the Days’ in Jarrahland Jingles 170: To London cold and foggy. An’ there I ’ires an inky ghost To put me pap in writin,’ An’ get the Cockney push on toast, Wot swaller saltbush skitin’.at ghost, n.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Them was the Days’ in Jarrahland Jingles 169: The railway coves wos fair ’ot swine, An’ so was them there Gropers.at groper, n.2
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Them was the Days’ Jarrahland Jingles 169: I promise yer I was just IT [...] When up I brings me plumber’s kit, An’ gives ’em dinkum gabbie.at it, n.1
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Andrew Barr of Doodlekine’ in Jarrahland Jingles 58: Brum’s in London on his ‘ace,’ Of Andrew Barr a trifle ‘jack’.at jack, adj.1
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Pints That I’ve Refused’ in Jarrahland Jingles 80: When Saint Peter up on top My passport has perused, He’ll put me, p’raps, where I may mop The Pints That I’ve Refused.at mop (up), v.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Christmas Camp’ in Jarrahland Jingles 85: The miles are long in mulgaland, Beyond the beaten pad.at mulga, n.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Them was the Days’ in Jarrahland Jingles 170: To London cold and foggy. An’ there I ’ires an inky ghost To put me pap in writin,’ An’ get the Cockney push on toast, Wot swaller saltbush skitin’.at push, n.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Whitewash’ in Jarrahland Jingles 31: They ‘guessed I looked a rooster gay.’.at rooster, n.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Is It Hot Enough?’ in Jarrahland Jingles 172: The front-bar bummer sidles to the shickered silv’ry bloke.at shickered, adj.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Pints That I’ve Refused’ in Jarrahland Jingles 78: At ‘free-house’ yarns I jib Which tell me how the gay shypoo Was ladled out ad lib.at shypoo, n.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Them was the Days’ in Jarrahland Jingles 170: To London cold and foggy. An’ there I ’ires an inky ghost To put me pap in writin’, An’ get the Cockney push on toast, Wot swaller saltbush skitin’.at skiting, n.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘When Baley’s Day comes Round’ in Jarrahland Jingles 11: I’m slinging a screed from the callous coast [...] The telegraph key must speak for me, The messages now I send.at sling, v.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘What of the Pioneers’ in Jarrahland Jingles 111: Amid the pop of the champagne cork, The smoodgeful speech and cheers.at smoodgeful (adj.) under smoodge, n.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Them was the Days’ in Jarrahland Jingles 170: To London cold and foggy. / An’ there I ’ires an inky ghost To put me pap in writin,’ / An’ get the Cockney push on toast, Wot swaller saltbush skitin’.at swallow, v.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘A Gibney-Riley Wrangle’ in Jarrahland Jingles 22: The voice of vast Westralia rose as through a megaphone.at Westralia, n.
1908 E.G. Murphy ‘Whitewash’ Jarrahland Jingles 31: Every coon in Yankeeland Appeared to have at her command, The Great Australian Thirst.at Yankeeland, n.