1919 L. Esson Drovers (1977) 11: Oh you poor fellow Briglow, me big-fellow sorry alonga you [...] Then all blackfellow alonga camp make-im big fellow corroboree alonga you.at big man (n.) under big, adj.
1919 L. Esson Drovers (1977) 4: The jackaroo fired his revolver at a dingo, and rushed the mob off camp.at jackaroo, n.
1919 L. Esson Drovers (1977) 8: It’s the devil’s own luck—but there—what’s the use of magging like an old crow?at mag, v.
1919 L. Esson Drovers (1977) 9: Maybe the bush’ll miss me a bit . . . the tracks I’ve travelled, and a star or two, and the old mulga.at mulga, n.
1919 L. Esson Drovers (1977) 7: mick: When are we starting? boss: Right away ... picanniny daylight.at piccaninny, adj.
1919 L. Esson Drovers (1977) 5: They’re on the prod all right, and looking for trouble.at on the prod under prod, n.3
1919 L. Esson Drovers (1977) 8: We’ve got to get on [...] I’d push them through if every blanky man in camp snuffed his candle.at snuff one’s candle (v.) under snuff, v.2
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year (1977) II iii: Y’r gettin’ carried away. Just because a coupla blokes get a few in—.at few, a, n.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year I i: mum: It’s too cold for beer anyway. alf: Never too cold for the old amber, love.at amber, n.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year I i: I didn’t mean to make a song and dance about it.at make a song and dance (about) (v.) under song and dance, n.1
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year (1977) I i: Why does he look at me as if I’ma bad smell and he’s the bloody ant’s pants.at ant’s pants, n.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year (1977) I i: All this [...] spoutin’ big ideas, going round with smart-arsed little sheilas [...] It’s all wrong, son.at smart-arsed, adj.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year (1977) II iii: Anzacs. (Shakes his head.) Ballyhoo. Photos in the papers. Famous. Not worth a crumpet.at ballyhoo, n.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year III i: As nice and polite a—brushoff as I ever heard.at brush-off, n.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year III i: [She] comes insultin’ me and buggerin’ up my son, who does she think she is, bringing her bloody upper-crust ways here.at bugger up, v.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year I i: Well, she bungs it on a bit, don’t she? [...] I’m telling you, that young lady‘s too laa-dee-dah for us.at bung (it) on (v.) under bung, v.1
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year (1977) II i: I didn’t come down in the last shower.at come down in the last shower (of rain) (v.) under come, v.1
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year (1977) II iii: If he hasn’t had enough to make him sick he just gets steamed up and we’ll cop the lot.at cop the lot (v.) under cop, v.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year II iii: We poured bloody beer into the poor old cows till they couldn’t stand up.at cow, n.1
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year (1977) II iii: Anzacs (Shakes his head.) Ballyhoo. Photos in the papers. Famous. Not worth a crumpet.at not worth a crumpet (adj.) under crumpet, n.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year III i: [She] comes insultin’ me and buggerin’ up my son, who does she think she is, bringing her bloody upper-crust ways here.at upper crust, adj.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year III i: E put on a voice like a bloody panz and ’e sez up high like, ‘Darl, ’ow ARE yer?’.at darl, n.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year (1977) II iii: mum: You’re goin’ to put that in a paper? hughie: Are we ever?at did I ever!, excl.
1960 A. Seymour One Day of the Year (1977) I i: It’s Anzac Day this week, that’s my day, that’s the old digger’s day.at digger, n.1