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Barnabees Journal II L2: There the Beares were come to Town-a; / Two rude Hunks, ’tis troth I tell ye.at bear, n.
Barnabees Journal II L2: There the Beares were come to Town-a; / Two rude Hunks, ’tis troth I tell ye. Barnabees Journal (1778) 61: Where I heard a wofull bleating, A curst wife her husband beating.at bleat, v.
Barnabees Journal III Q7: Having boldly thus adventur’d, / And my Sara’s socket enter’d, / Her I sued, suited, sorted, / Bussed, bouzed, sneezed, snorted.at bouse, v.
Barnabees Journal II J4: Thence to Dunchurch, where report is / Of pimps, punks, a great resort is, / But to me none such appeared, / Bung, nor Bung-hole I ne’re feared.at bunghole, n.1
Barnabees Journal III N5: Thence to Hodsdon, where stood watching / Cheats who liv’d by conicatching.at cony-catching, n.
Barnabees Journal I C: In a Taphouse with my Woman; / While I had it, there I paid it, / Till long chalking broke my credit.at chalk, v.2
Barnabees Journal II I6: Thence at Meredin [...] I repos’d, where I chuck’t Jone-a.at chuck, v.1
Barnabees Journal IV Y4: Wilt thou here no longer tarrie / With these Boyes that love Canarie? / Wilt thou leave these nectar trenches, / Dainty Doxes, merry wenches?at doxy, n.
Barnabees Journal III V: Thence to Smeton [...] Where dainty Ducks, and gant ones, / Wenches that could play the wantons.at duck, n.1
Barnabees Journal II L2: There the Beares were come to Town-a; / Two rude Hunks, ’tis troth I tell ye.at hunk, n.1
Barnabees Journal (1778) 91: There the Beares were come to Town-a; Two rude Hunks, ’tis troth I tell ye.at hunks, n.
Barnabees Journal III Q6: To the Hole of Sara came I, / Once a bona-roba, trust me, Though now buttock-shrunke and rustie; [...] Her I caught by you know what-a.at you know what, n.
Barnabees Journal II L8: Yea, my merry mates and I too / Oft to th’ Cardinals Hat fly to.at mate, n.1
Barnabees Journal IV D2: Where sweet birds doe hatch their airy, / Arbours, Oysters freshly showing / With soft mossie rinde or’e growing.at moss, n.
Barnabees Journal IV D2: Where sweet birds doe hatch their airy, / Arbours, Oysters freshly showing / With soft mossie rinde or’e growing.at oyster, n.
Barnabees Journal III V8: Down the staires, ’tis truth I tell ye, / To a knot of brave Boyes fell I; / All red-noses, no dye deeper.at red-nose (n.) under red, adj.
Barnabees Journal I D2: Thence to Clowne I came the quicker, / Where I’d given my skin for liquer, / None was there to entertaine us, / But a Nogging of Vulcanus, / Who afford’t me welcome plenty, / Till my seame-rent purse was empty.at skin, n.1
Barnabees Journal II K7: Thence to Dunstable, [...] No feare affrights deep drinkers, / There I tost it with my Skinkers.at skinker, n.
Barnabees Journal III Q7: Having boldly thus adventur’d, / And my Sara’s socket enter’d.at socket, n.
Barnabees Journal III X6: I drunk Stingo / With a Butcher and Domingo.at stingo, n.1
Barnabees Journal IV Z3: Farewell [...] Steepy wayes by which I waded, / And those Trugs with which I traded.at trug, n.
Barnabees Journal III R7: From the bushes near the Lane there / Rush’d a Tweake in gesture flaunting, / With a leering eye and wanton.at tweak, n.1
Barnabees Journal (1818 ) 57: Venus swore it, She’d shooe-horn her Vulcans forehead.at shoe-horn (v.) under shoe, n.
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