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Real Life in Ireland 276: Dear Gram, – I don’t care a D--n, / If your letter is only a soldier’s Flam.at not give a damn, v.
Real Life in Ireland 276: Dear Gram, – I don’t care a D--n, / If your letter is only a soldier’s Flam. Real Life in Ireland 115: Our heroes surveyed the motley groups [...] men and women milliners, demireps, and accommodation beauties mingled together.at accommodation beauty, n.
Real Life in Ireland 87: The thing has turned out ‘all my eye and Betty Martin’.at all my eye and Betty Martin, phr.
Real Life in Ireland 43: Why Brian you’re quite struck; a cock looking at chalk; it’s all up with you – bottom up, like Lord Clare in the fish pond!at all up with under all up, adj.
Real Life in Ireland 283: He would not, as [...] others did, affect to be heroes on the parade, and in the battle cut and run.at cut and run, v.
Real Life in Ireland 165: You must lay, said the jolly first luff, bread and butter fashion.at bread and butter fashion (adv.) under bread-and-butter, adj.
Real Life in Ireland 39: The tavern doors were thronged with visitors, who [...] paid a tribute to the excise in a roller of thunder and lightning, alias shrub and whiskey.at thunder and lightning, n.
Real Life in Ireland 290: By now all was in apple pie order.at apple-pie order, n.
Real Life in Ireland 79: One of the many kiss-my-toe fellows.at kiss my arse fellow, n.
Real Life in Ireland 65: I didn’t know what to call him, he hadn’t a rag on his back, but he was a rag-bunch altogether.at rag bag, n.
Real Life in Ireland 267: Wasn’t it vexing to be intrapted by such a useless balderdash as him, who has no more occasion for a wife than a cow has for a side-pocket.at balderdash, n.
Real Life in Ireland 61: Every thing that will swim has left the Liffey bang-up full of company to see the sight.at bang up, adv.
Real Life in Ireland 48: By the piper that played before Moses! I’ll have an action of assault and battery against him if Macanally’s in Dublin, or slap-bang to be bought in Stafford Street.at slap-bang, n.
Real Life in Ireland 148: Bob Johnston, reeling ripe with the barley juice.at barley, n.1
Real Life in Ireland 143: Shaughnessy [...] finding Gramachree half seas over, had taken the liberty of bringing him to an anchor in Blanket Bay.at Blanket Bay, n.
Real Life in Ireland 32: A right good fellow as ever took the froth of a pot, or the bead of a naggin.at bead, n.1
Real Life in Ireland 151: They [...] shaped their course for Bedfordshire most plaguily tired.at Bedfordshire, n.
Real Life in Ireland 161: Brian Boru took good care to have the boat’s locker well stuffed with ‘belly timber’.at belly timber (n.) under belly, n.
Real Life in Ireland 156: For Gallows Birds are mortal men / That flutter in life’s day.at gallows-bird, n.
Real Life in Ireland 166: At breakfast the doctor insisted upon Sally standing bitch in his place, and making tea, to which she agreed and did the honours of the table handsomely.at stand bitch (v.) under bitch, n.1
Real Life in Ireland 45: My master kapes the best materials for making port wine, than any manufacturer of black drop in Dublin.at black drop (n.) under black, adj.
Real Life in Ireland 138: Peg Wither and Grin toddled out, and soon returned with black jack full of the real native.at black jack, n.1
Real Life in Ireland 53: He tipped him a left-handed clink on the mazzard, which put his pimple in chancery, making the whites of his blinkers turn up.at blinkers, n.
Real Life in Ireland 74: A fellow of infinite humour, witness the pimples on his nose, vulgarly called grog blossoms.at grog blossom (n.) under blossom, n.2
Real Life in Ireland 250: Jenny has put the first bye blow out to nurse, and expects to be married to a sailor.at by-blow, n.
Real Life in Ireland 166: Blood and blue blazes, swore old Mrs. Tarpaulin.at blue blazes (n.) under blue, adj.5
Real Life in Ireland 166: He told our Hero that he was no gentleman to board a ship in the bows, when another was laid yard-arm and yard-arm along side of her.at board a land carrack (v.) under board, v.1
Real Life in Ireland 58: Which amongst us has not seen an ould splatter-dashed bog-trotter counting his pigs on a Saturday night.at bogtrotter (n.) under bog, n.3
Real Life in Ireland 19: ‘How could I be after missing him when he laid so fair?’ ‘Fair in your bone-box! you foul galoosh!’.at bone box, n.
Real Life in Ireland 189: He [...] swore no kicking flirting filly should ever again get him into the Cage or Clink.at cage, n.
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