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Wicklow Mountains 18: Open my letters! then all is blown indeed.at blown, adj.
Wicklow Mountains 18: Open my letters! then all is blown indeed. Wicklow Mountains 19: And Sir, I’ll remember a pitcher of Booze.at booze, n.
Wicklow Mountains 35: When young they called me roaring boy.at roaring boy, n.
Wicklow Mountains 44: I’m neither a potatoe nor a turnip, old cabbage head.at cabbage-head, n.
Wicklow Mountains 40: This is surely old harry calling this wicked fellow to him.at Old Harry, n.
Wicklow Mountains 31: I’ve heard of grand ladies running away with drummers, and footmen [...] and such sort of jockies.at jockey, n.2
Wicklow Mountains 35: In Antrim I was a heart of steel, in Clonmel I was a white boy.at white man, n.
Wicklow Mountains 6: I’m an old, merry, jolly, lying, wicked, mumping, travelling merchant.at mump, v.
Wicklow Mountains 44: Quit your mother’s choice (the pink of fine gentlemen) for the dam’d lump of a munster potato.at Munster plums, n.
Wicklow Mountains 16: In town I was gay; I rattled, swore, guzzled and gambled.at rattle, v.
Wicklow Mountains 13: You spalpeen cur!at spalpeen, n.
Wicklow Mountains 38: The cord will be put round your neck, and off you go swinging. [Ibid.] 39: Yes, I shall swing.at swing, v.
Wicklow Mountains 7: My kid sings so top-tipping.at tip-top, adj.
Wicklow Mountains 23: I’ll go and tell Rosa, that winds him up with her, she’s so honest.at wind up, v.
Wicklow Mountains 5: I supped my bread and milk, a little chubby-cheek’d younker.at younker, n.
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