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[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates iv: You’re barmy, man!
at barmy, adj.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates ii: Bellow goodbye to the buggerin’ lot.
at buggering, adj.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates Act i: Buzz off, I tell you.
at buzz off!, excl.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates iv: Yes, en’ we done a thing or two for the Chinks of China, too!
at Chink, n.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates Scene iv: If I was to spend a month in clink for it, s’help me, I would!
at clink, n.1
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates Act iv: Aw, come on, Harry.
at come on!, excl.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates Act ii: Never saw my real father; don’t even know who or what he was. Hard lines, isn’t it?
at hard lines, n.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates Act iv: There they go, one after the other – foller my leader like.
at like, adv.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates iv: Where would you muckers be if it warnt for us swaddies, eh?
at mucker, n.1
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates iv: Aha, are you another of the night-strollers seeking lightsome contacts in the gloomier parts of the Park?
at night walker, n.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates Act ii: Look, Godfrey, oh, look! Wot a peach! ‘Ow would you like to tuck ’er up at night, Godfrey?
at peach, n.1
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates ii: Oh, piping out of you the same old rot that I’ve heard a thousand times – mother, work, and thrift!
at pipe, v.1
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates ii: Show ’im a little of the gaiety of life, strite, I would!
at straight!, excl.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Within the Gates iv: Where would you muckers be if it warnt for us swaddies, eh? Poor swaddies rovin’ the world, pickin’ up fevers, to keep you sife at ’ome.
at swaddy, n.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act II: An’ here’s another o’ th’ boobies entherin’ now.
at booby, n.1
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act II: A gang of bowseys made for me [...] Barely escaped with my life.
at bowsie, n.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act III: Isn’t it a hard life to be grindin’ our poor bums to powder, forever squattin’ on the heartless pavements of th’ Dublin streets!
at bum, n.1
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act II: He stopped to tell a couple of railwaymen that the Story of Adam an’ Eve was all a cod.
at cod, n.5
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act I: What’s in this Ruskin of yours but another oul’ cod with a gift of the gab?
at cod, n.2
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me I v: Oh, damn it, man, when you repeat the Church’s counsel, repeat it right!
at damn it!, excl.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act IV: Come in an’ have a decko at our grand cross.
at dekko, n.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act I: Why in hell didn’t you tell me all this before?
at what in hell...?, phr.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act I: Aw, to hell with her!
at to hell with...! (excl.) under hell, n.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act IV: A jully-fush Prostestant!
at jellyfish, adj.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act I: We want no coon or Kaffir industry in our country.
at kaffir, n.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me I v: I couldn’t ask them why they were nosin’ about in th’ silence of th’ church on an ordinary week-day mornin’.
at nose around (v.) under nose, v.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act III: (calling scornfully after him) God speed you, scut!
at scut, n.2
[Ire] S. O’Casey Red Roses for Me Act IV: Who comes stealin’ in, but lo and behold you, Fosther an’ Dowzard to have a squint round.
at squint, n.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Cock-A-Doodle-Dandy Act II: Gimme it! I won’t be the one odd. You can’t best me!
at best, v.
[Ire] S. O’Casey Cock-A-Doodle-Dandy Act II: Damnit, but I forgot about it!
at damn it!, excl.
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