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Jack Randall’s Diary 68: Tipp’d him such thumps, that very soon, by Goles, It was all up with th’ Master of the Rolls.at all up with under all up, adj.
Jack Randall’s Diary 68: Tipp’d him such thumps, that very soon, by Goles, It was all up with th’ Master of the Rolls. Jack Randall’s Diary 10: They gave To Dick the gaily circling cup, To dip his beak.at dip one’s beak (v.) under beak, n.2
Jack Randall’s Diary 41: The Fibber, the Touter, the tight Bit of Stuff.at bit of stuff, n.
Jack Randall’s Diary 8: [He] swore that blow his Sister’s wig, Tom Trot was free from reprehension.at blow it!, excl.
Jack Randall’s Diary 63: If not science, I at least am bottom.at bottom, adj.
Jack Randall’s Diary 22: What lots of brass the Lad, From ever-bounteous Nature had, To raise a row.at brass, n.1
Jack Randall’s Diary 54: When your bunch of five tickled his muru.at bunch of fives, n.
Jack Randall’s Diary 6: Until I’ve seen a quartern dry, / And sluiced my chatterers in the Deady. [Ibid.] 70: His lugs, his chatterers, and gob.at chatterers, n.
Jack Randall’s Diary 64: This Chick used to amuse his ‘leisure hours’ in selling dog’s meat.at chick, n.1
Jack Randall’s Diary 71: Pearce was a native of Bristol, and was called the ‘Game Chicken,’ from his never being defeated.at chicken, n.
Jack Randall’s Diary 25: By Crib! I saw my prime blue ruin Running like fun about the floor.at cripes!, excl.
Jack Randall’s Diary 32: My friend is once more putting in his claim to be considered as an accomplished Fibber, and that his declaration of ‘cutting his sticks,’ is all – a Flam.at cut (one’s) stick(s), v.
Jack Randall’s Diary 7: Dick Welborn [...] That mighty dabster at his Pen.at dabster, n.
Jack Randall’s Diary 44: Oh, sad is the heart that can say ‘the deuce take her’.at deuce, the, phr.
Jack Randall’s Diary 66: For soon all dicky ’twas with Western Dick.at dicky, adj.1
Jack Randall’s Diary 41: Drink joy to his double-ups, strength to his shot.at double up, v.2
Jack Randall’s Diary 40: All hail to the Cove, see his doxies have crown’d him, With gin-dripping shamrocks.at doxy, n.
Jack Randall’s Diary 54: Just like a vice, You held the old boy while you facer’d and fibb’d him.at facer, n.2
Jack Randall’s Diary 32: My friend is once more putting in his claim to be considered as an accomplished Fibber, and that his declaration of ‘cutting his sticks,’ is all – a Flam.at fib, v.
Jack Randall’s Diary 32: My friend is once more putting in his claim to be considered as an accomplished Fibber, and that his declaration of ‘cutting his sticks,’ as all – a Flam.at flam, n.1
Jack Randall’s Diary 75: Where blunt was lost, and flimseys won.at flimsy, n.
Jack Randall’s Diary 62: In search of lark, or some delicious gig.at gig, n.1
Jack Randall’s Diary 10: Gemmen (says he) You all well know, The joy there is whene’er we meet, It’s what I call the primest Go, And, rightly nam’d, ’tis – ‘quite a treat .’.at go, n.1
Jack Randall’s Diary 21: Tom Trot [...] sung out ‘Jack, let’s take the shine Out of a Go of Deady’s gin’.at go, n.1
Jack Randall’s Diary 8: He can gob-out Flash, And swig blue ruin by the hour (*Talk Flash and drink gin).at gob out (v.) under gob, n.1
Jack Randall’s Diary 65: For me no more shall hogs or simons ring.at hog, n.
Jack Randall’s Diary 64: Where jacky’s drank until the senses reel.at jacky, n.1
Jack Randall’s Diary 9: Tom had not half a quartern pour’d, Before Jack Randall we could see, / His jawing tackle had on board, Which soon he tipp’d the Company.at jawing-tackle, n.
Jack Randall’s Diary 5: Says Tom, ‘My Kids, I’m glad to see We’re such a numerous Family; [...] Soon we should commence our toasting.’.at kid, n.1
Jack Randall’s Diary 62: Think on the kiddyish spree we had on such a day!at kiddyish (adj.) under kiddy, n.
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