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‘The Black Dudeen’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 138: And cold! A monkey of brass would freeze.at cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey, phr.
‘The Black Dudeen’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 138: And cold! A monkey of brass would freeze. ‘My Prisoner’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 121: I’ll let yer ’ave a rifle ball instead.at ball, n.1
‘The Ballad of Soulful Sam’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 108: When it came down to the Scriptures, say! Wasn’t he just a bird!at bird, n.1
‘The Red Retreat’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 32: A-scurryin’ before ’em like a lot of blurry rabbits.at blurry, adj.
‘The Ballad of Soulful Sam’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 111: No, siree! not by a long sight!at no siree (bob)!, excl.
‘Bill’s Grave’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 84: I makes me way to the boneyard.at boneyard, n.
‘The Black Dudeen’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 138: Then Micky, he cops one bad [...] Says he: ‘Old chummy, I’m booked right through.’.at booked, adj.1
‘A Pot of Tea’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 127: Tonight, by Fritz’s camp-fire, won’t I ’ave a gorgeous brew / (For fightin’ mustn’t interfere with Tea).at brew, n.
‘Funk’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 59: You’re sqeamish in the belly, / And you wants to turn about and do a bunk.at do a/the bunk (v.) under bunk, n.1
‘A Pot of Tea’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 127: I’ve gurgled pints of cham.at cham, n.2
‘The Black Dudeen’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 138: Then Micky, he goes and cops one bad.at cop one (v.) under cop, v.
‘My Job’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 176: I’m sorry for those perishers that corpses in a bed.at corpse, v.
‘The Odyssey of ’Erbert ’Iggins’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 48: By cracky! old feller, they’ve seen us.at cracky!, excl.
‘The Little Piou-Piou’ Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 150: So grimy and hard, so calloused and scarred, / So ‘crummy,’ yet gay as can be.at crummy, adj.2
‘My Job’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 175: I’ve been in many ’ot old ‘do’s’; I’ve scraped through safe some’ow.at do, n.
‘My Prisoner’ Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 121: You keep ’em stuck, / Them saucy dooks o’ yours, above yer ’ead.at dook, n.1
‘A Pot of Tea’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 187: All kinds of fancy foreign dope, from caffy and doo lay.at dope, n.1
‘The Ballad of Soulful Sam’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 109: He always ’ad tracts in his pocket [...] I used to read ’em religious, and frequent I’ve been impressed / By some of them bundles of ’oly dope he carried around in his vest.at dope, n.1
‘The Odyssey of ’Erbert ’Iggins’ Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 48: My flipper is mashed to a jelly.at flipper, n.1
‘Funk’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 59: Don’t let your mateys know it— / You’re just sufferin’ from funk, funk, funk.at funk, n.2
‘Funk’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 59: You’re duckin’ all the bullets, / And you’re green as gorgonzola round the gills.at green about the gills (adj.) under gills, n.1
‘The Odyssey of ’Erbert ’Iggins’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 48: ’Anged lucky we aren’t booked through.at hanged, adv.
‘The Volunteer’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 21: The wife and nippers, wot of ’em I say, / If I gets knocked out in this blasted war? / Gets proper busted by a shell, / But – wot the ’ell, Bill? Wot the ’ell?at what the hell!, excl.
‘Afternoon Tea’ Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 187: That little job was over, so hell for leather we ran.at hell for leather (adv.) under hell, n.
‘My Mate’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 65: That bleedin’ bullet got ’im on the lid.at lid, n.
‘Funk’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 59: Don’t let your mateys know it— / You’re just sufferin’ from funk, funk, funk.at matey, n.
‘The Whistle of Sandy McGraw’ Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 153: The big stuff wis gorin’ and roarin’ around, / And I seemed tae be under the oxter o’ hell.at oxter, n.
‘Bill’s Grave’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 82: Bill copped a packet proper, and took ’is departure West.at cop a packet (v.) under packet, n.
‘The Black Dudeen’ in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 140: A parcel o’ lead comes missing me head, / But it smashes me old dudeen.at parcel, n.
‘The Ballad of Soulful Sam’ Rhymes of a Red Cross Man 109: Cards! They’ve been me ruin. They’ve taken me pride and me pelf.at pelf, n.
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