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Harry The Cockney 231: It’s a boozing club, really.at boozing, n.
Harry The Cockney 231: It’s a boozing club, really. Harry The Cockney 274: We opened the ball, as a rule, with a pint of the ‘boy’.at boy, n.2
Harry The Cockney 160: Clinking fine song!at clinking, adv.
Harry The Cockney 191: I fair hate the sight of the people next door. A lot o’ superior haw-haws and niminy-piminy clothes-props!at clothes-peg, n.1
Harry The Cockney 118: ‘Half a cock-linnet,’ cried McGaffney, looking up.at cock linnet, n.2
Harry The Cockney 250: Of all the dead-and-alive holes this is one.at dead alive (adj.) under dead, adj.
Harry The Cockney 191: This house [...] is what I call a regular right-down rotten house.at right down, adv.
Harry The Cockney 153: ‘They don’t seem so dusty,’ he would observe, presently. ‘All right to look at, of course,’ I might reply. ‘But you never know till they open their mouths.’.at dusty, adj.1
Harry The Cockney 75: ‘Fainitz!’ he spluttered.at fains!, excl.
Harry The Cockney 159: Can’t you listen to a fellow when he is talking sense?at fellow, n.
Harry The Cockney 163: ‘Is there anything I can do, dad?’ [...] ‘No, ’Arry-boy. That’s all Sir Garny.’.at Sir Garnet, adv.
Harry The Cockney 162: I’m sick of playing the silly goat. I’m sick of mouching the streets and dodging after a lot of girls.at play the goat (v.) under goat, n.1
Harry The Cockney 191: I fair hate the sight of the people next door. A lot o’ superior haw-haws and niminy-piminy clothes-props!at haw-haw, n.1
Harry The Cockney 279: And stopping out all night! And highty-tighty and la-di-da to your own mother.at highty-tighty, adj.
Harry The Cockney 247: I’ll hurt you, my son, if you don’t take your wet hoof off my sock!at hoof, n.
Harry The Cockney 77: One, more audacious than the rest, turned and kissed her hand to the boys [...] ‘That’s Lizzie Clark. She’s hot,’ said one.at hot, adj.
Harry The Cockney 191: ‘O, don’t be a howl, ‘Arry!’ he implored me.at howl, n.
Harry The Cockney 44: I shouldn’t like him to be a lanky [...] One o’ them there rashers o’ wind like Uncle Algernon.at lanky, n.
Harry The Cockney 75: Cock Mayne has been making up to Fanny Simpson.at make up to (v.) under make, v.
Harry The Cockney 151: Until we encountered two girls we had met and spoken with on some former occasion – all the girls and all the boys hunted in couples – or had the luck to mash [...] a new pair.at mash, v.
Harry The Cockney 73: ‘All right, mingy,’ he growled.at mingy, n.
Harry The Cockney 149: Our favourite haunts were the various Monkey Parades of North London, particularly Kentish Town Road and Upper Street, Islington. [...] Our usual beat was from the undertaker’s shop at the corner of Prince of Wales’ Road to the other undertaker’s shop at the corner of Fortess Road.at monkey parade (n.) under monkey, n.
Harry The Cockney 49: My nose-bag consisted of some sweets and an apple, or some other fruit, and a biscuit with some coloured sugar on it.at nosebag, n.
Harry The Cockney 44: I shouldn’t like him to be a lanky [...] One o’ them there rashers o’ wind like Uncle Algernon.at rasher of wind, n.
Harry The Cockney 163: ‘Lord, if I was to be took off, though!’ [...] ‘Took off!’ I stammered. ‘It’s only your corn, isn’t it?’.at take off, v.2
Harry The Cockney 153: Don’t you let them think you’re piping ’em off.at pipe off (v.) under pipe, v.3
Harry The Cockney 50: Bread and scrape ought to be good enough for me.at scrape, n.
Harry The Cockney 118: You are such a silly shyster, Algy, not to drink while you’re on a job.at shyster, n.
Harry The Cockney 45: I consider her a proud beauty, and I am sorry for other little boys who have scraggy mothers, squab mothers.at squabby, adj.
Harry The Cockney 79: ‘Mary Kimball says you can keep your stinking letter,’ said Mary Kimball’s emissary, as she tossed the missive in my face.at stinking, adj.1
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