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Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood choose

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[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 98: ‘I want none of yer andremartins,’ she would say.
at andramartins, n.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 17: And what book are you in now?
at book, n.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 55: ‘I’ve got butterflies in my tummy,’ I wailed.
at butterflies (in one’s stomach), n.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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
[Ire] P.O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 122: He’s only a chisseler, Ma’am.
at chiseller, n.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 33: There’s a right clatter of them around us for you to choose.
at clatter, n.4
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 61: I wish they’d fizzin’ well make up their minds.
at fizzing, adj.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 135: ‘Don’t be a gom,’ Betty snapped.
at gom, n.2
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 201: Will you girls hurry up and stop gostering.
at goster, n.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 45: Janey mac, I thought they were all bald!
at janey mack!, excl.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 25: Chariots, carriages, sedan-chairs and noddies rumbled over uneven roads.
at noddy, n.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe Down Cobbled Streets, A Liberties Childhood 36: There was no other way to school except on shank’s mare.
at shanks’s pony, n.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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.
[Ire] P. O’Keeffe 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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