At Swim-Two-Birds 119: Anyway, didn’t he raise the dander of the head of the house, the big man, the head bottle-washer.at chief cook and bottle-washer, n.
At Swim-Two-Birds 119: Anyway, didn’t he raise the dander of the head of the house, the big man, the head bottle-washer.
At Swim-Two-Birds 120: You’re a bloody English bags, says your man in Irish.
At Swim-Two-Birds 240: Here is his black heart sitting there [...] in the middle of the pulp of his banjaxed corpse.
At Swim-Two-Birds 168: Can you beat it? asked Shorty.
At Swim-Two-Birds 109: Oh by Gorrah you can’t cod me.
At Swim-Two-Birds 121: Anyway, didn’t your man get into a dark corner with his butties till they hatched out a plan to best the sergeant.
At Swim-Two-Birds 80: The whole place was burning like billyo in no time.
At Swim-Two-Birds 166: I’ll knock your bloody block off if you say another word. Apologize!
At Swim-Two-Birds 121: He is standing as you find him with his blue pants and his big canal-barges on his two feet.
At Swim-Two-Birds 176: Answer me, you bloody little bowsy you! roared Shorty.
At Swim-Two-Birds 36: The old schoolmasters believed in the big stick. Oh, plenty of that boyo.
At Swim-Two-Birds 15: We will feel ‘bucked’ when this animal flashes past the post at a fancy price.
At Swim-Two-Birds 227: A game bucko if you like. Be damned but he wouldn’t die!
At Swim-Two-Birds 153: Life is very narrow without glasses and a burnt hand is a bugger.
At Swim-Two-Birds 33: That is all my bum, said Brinsley.
At Swim-Two-Birds 159: All things were then put in order [...] the fire was tended with black peats, and fine crocks were settled with their butts in the air.
At Swim-Two-Birds 163: This is my friend and butty, Mr. Shorty Andrews.
At Swim-Two-Birds 75: Get back to hell to your prairies, says he, you pack of lousers who can be taken in by any fly-be-night with a fine story.
At Swim-Two-Birds 31: That was the pig’s whiskers. That was funny all right.
At Swim-Two-Birds 261: I never had such gas since I was a chiseller.
At Swim-Two-Birds 105: But by Christopher it’s not every man could see it, I’m bloody sure of that, one in a thousand.
At Swim-Two-Birds 286: The attic was infested by clocks.
At Swim-Two-Birds 109: Oh by Gorrah you can’t cod me.
At Swim-Two-Birds 217: He’s only an old cod.
At Swim-Two-Birds 82: Accused were described by Superintendant Clohessy as a gang of corner-boys whose horse-play in the streets was the curse of the Ringsend district.
At Swim-Two-Birds (1960) 121: Now be damned but hadn’t they a man in the tent there [...] a bloody dandy at the long jump.
At Swim-Two-Birds 116: At the butt-end of a year’s wandering in the company of each other.
At Swim-Two-Birds 81: Never thinking of the terrible danger we were in, every man jack of us, loading and shooting off our pistols like divils from below.
At Swim-Two-Birds 247: No offence but that class of stuff is all my fanny.
At Swim-Two-Birds 261: I never had such gas since I was a chiseller.