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‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 87: Oh! Boys, if de mosey was keeper of de ancle-spring warehouse, you cud not help pitying him.at ankle spring warehouse (n.) under ankle, n.
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 87: Oh! Boys, if de mosey was keeper of de ancle-spring warehouse, you cud not help pitying him. ‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 87: So dere being no blunt in de cly, Madame Stevens was de word, where I lay for seventeen weeks in lavendar.at blunt, n.1
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 88: Oh! cruel Coffey, glory to you, just knock off my darbies.at darby, n.2
‘De May-Bush’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 91: Dey doused all dere sieves, till dey riz de half-crown.at douse, v.
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 89: Oh! Mrs. Mulligan, jewel, take in de bits o’ duds from de wall.at duds, n.1
‘De May-Bush’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 91: Bill Durham [...] Was now in his flea-park, taking a snore Fearing every moment the arrival of the real Simon Pure should cover me with shame and disgrace.at fleabag, n.
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 87: Dere was no more hair on his hoofs dan dere’s wool on a goose’s gams.at gam, n.1
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885)
88: Oh! boys, your sowls, I tought de life ud leave Mosety Creathorn’s glimms, when he saw his bitch in de air.at glim, n.
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 89: I’ll butter my knife in his tripes, and give him his guts for garters.at have someone’s guts for garters (v.) under gut, n.
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 87: So dere being no blunt in de cly, Madame Steevens was de word, where I lay for seven weeks in lavendar on de broad of me back, like Paddy Ward’s pig, be de hokey.at in lavender under lay (up) in lavender, v.
in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 82: When the wretched Jemmy O’Brien was about to be executed, he exhibited the greatest terror, and lingered over his devotions, to protract his life thus for a few moments. Galvin [the executioner] [...] called out at the door [...] ‘Mr. O’Brien, jewel, long life to you, make haste wid your prayers; de people is getting tired under de swingswong.’.at jewel, n.
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 86: I being de fust in de field, who should I see bud de mosey wid his horns stickin in de ground.at mosey, n.1
‘De May-Bush’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 90: And dere he kept singin’, as sweet as a trush – / His faulchin in one hand, his pipe in his mush.at mush, n.2
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 89: Oh! den he laid about wid his nob.at nob, n.1
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 87: So dere being no blunt in de cly, Madame Steevens was de word, where I lay for seven weeks in lavendar on de broad of me back, like Paddy Ward’s pig, be de hokey.at Paddy Ward’s pig, n.
‘Bill Durham’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago (1885) 92: Revenge we will get [...] In de slaughtering season we’ll tip ’em a sweat, Rigidi di do dee, / We’ll wallop a mosey down Mead-street in tune.at sweat, n.
‘Lord Altham’s Bull’ in Ireland Ninety Years Ago
(1885)
89: I’ll butter my knife in his tripes, and give him his guts for garters.at tripe, n.1
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