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Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 134: What ails you? [...] You’re in and out of here like a fiddler’s elbow.at in and out like a fiddler’s elbow, phr.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 134: What ails you? [...] You’re in and out of here like a fiddler’s elbow. Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 98: ‘I want none of yer andremartins,’ she would say.at andramartins, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 186: The war’ll not get within an ass’s roar of us.at within an ass’s roar (of) under ass, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 17: And what book are you in now?at book, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 122: ‘Butts on ye!’ he yelled and he swiped the apple from Betty’s hand.at butts on (you)! (excl.) under butt, n.1
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 55: ‘I’ve got butterflies in my tummy,’ I wailed.at butterflies (in one’s stomach), n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 71: Secretly I liked the rubbery feel of the catskin, but as often as not it was a slice which my mother discarded.at cat-skin (n.) under cat, n.1
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 122: He’s only a chisseler, Ma’am.at chiseller, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 33: There’s a right clatter of them around us for you to choose.at clatter, n.4
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 127: ‘I’ve no time for craw-thumpers,’ he said, resisting my mother’s efforts to have him attend what he called a ‘fire and brimstone’ preacher.at craw-thumper, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 139: The Aunt Bridie was up Saturday. She just got her summer diddly and she was handin’ out money like snuff at a wake .at diddly, n.1
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 75: D’ye think they’d know the differ if we went to one of the shops and brought back shop milk?at differ, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 113: You were ear-wiggin’ again [...] to things that should be no concern of yours.at earwig, v.1
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 74: It’s hard times to be out on the streets, and some of them nearly fallin’ out of their standing.at fall out of one’s standing (v.) under fall out, v.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 127: ‘You’ve a little farthin’ face,’ she would declare as she wound the rags around my stubborn hair.at farthing-face (n.) under farthing, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 61: I wish they’d fizzin’ well make up their minds.at fizzing, adj.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 135: ‘Don’t be a gom,’ Betty snapped.at gom, n.2
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 201: Will you girls hurry up and stop gostering.at goster, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 61: Every one of them is like a hen on a hot griddle.at like a hen on a hot griddle under hot, adj.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 45: Janey mac, I thought they were all bald!at janey mack!, excl.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 98: ‘Down the red lane.’ She stood over me every morning while I swallowed a concoction of raw egg beaten with a touch of sugar and hot milk.at red lane (n.) under lane, n.1
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 71: ‘A ha’penny bag of Peggie’s leg, please.’ [...] ‘No Peggie’s leg today,’ the woman behind the counter peered at me.at peggy’s leg, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 140: We want someone to keep nix in case the polis come.at keep nix (v.) under nix!, excl.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 25: Chariots, carriages, sedan-chairs and noddies rumbled over uneven roads.at noddy, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 15: She was a generous and loving person and did not mind at all all the slopping and possing out of baby clothes. [Ibid.] 116: You’ll have my good kitchen floor possin’ wet with your andremartins.at poss (out), v.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 36: There was no other way to school except on shank’s mare.at shanks’s pony, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 171: ‘You’ve a poppy in your stocking.’ The poppy would have grown bigger as we struggled home, the hand-knitted stitches loose and rambling.at poppy, n.2
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 120: So would you if ye were in the muck and slush ’f the market since sunrise and then have to face the sour pusses of you lot.at puss, n.2
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 140: The sight of a police car or a lone bobby on a bicycle was enough to send us all racing for safety of our garden gates in case there was a rucky-up.at rucking, n.
Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 156: Hould your whisht, can’t ye, and let the children down.at hold one’s whisht (v.) under whisht!, excl.
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