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Anster Fair (1815) II xxi 45: Each to his jaws / A good Crail capon* holds. [...] (*A Crail capon is a dried haddock).at capon, n.
Anster Fair (1815) II xxi 45: Each to his jaws / A good Crail capon* holds. [...] (*A Crail capon is a dried haddock). Anster Fair II xix 33: Each to his jaws / A good Crail’s capon holds, at which he tugs and gnaws.at Crail capon, n.
Anster Fair III xlvii 68: Stark terrour frighted out / Each ass’s soul from his partic’lar skin [...] thro’ the loan they saw the cuddies awkward / Bustling some straight, some thwart.at cuddy, n.1
Anster Fair III xl 66: The long-ear’d lubbards in an even line / Then sat awaiting [...] When James’s herald should y-twang the sign.at long-eared, adj.
Anster Fair I xix 12: His cheeks seem spunges oozing port and claret; In marrying [...] I’ll not have you, thou fuddler Harry Melvil!at fuddle, v.
Anster Fair III xl 66: The long-ear’d lubbards in an even line / Then sat awaiting [...] When James’s herald should y-twang the sign.at lubber, n.
Anster Fair I xxiii 13: Ne’er smelt a Phoenix-nest so sweet, I wot, / As smelt the luscious fumes of Maggie’s mustard-pot.at mustard pot, n.
Anster Fair I xxiii 13: Ne’er smelt a Phoenix-nest so sweet, I wot, / As smelt the luscious fumes of Maggie’s mustard-pot.at phoenix nest, n.
Anster Fair I vii 8: I hear them buzzing deep within my noddle.at noddle, n.
Anster Fair V xlviii 121: Lay Tommy Puck [...] And Mrs Puck his gentle lady dear, / Basking and lolling in the lunar ray / And tumbling up and down in brisk fantastic play.at play, n.
Anster Fair II lx 47: They swill, they swig, they take a hearty rouse / Cheering their flesh with Bacchus’ benefit.at swill, v.
Anster Fair V xlviii 121: Lay Tommy Puck [...] And Mrs Puck his gentle lady dear, / Basking and lolling in the lunar ray / And tumbling up and down in brisk fantastic play.at tumble, v.1
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