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in Ammon Working Lives 150: Wake the ‘babbling brook’ and get him to pour some oil in it.at babbler, n.
in Ammon Working Lives 150: Wake the ‘babbling brook’ and get him to pour some oil in it. et al. Working Lives 83: Okay [...] It’s your baby. I’ll go along with you.at baby, n.
in Ammon Working Lives 153: Toby rushed up with two handfuls of wriggling bardies – or bush grubs. He said, ‘You eat um. He good fella tucka longa bingy.’.at bingy, n.
et al. Working Lives 62: ‘Ah, break it down will you,’ I snorted, feeling silly.at break it down, v.1
in Ammon Working Lives 157: I enjoyed my meal of chops, damper and brownie.at brownie, n.1
et al. Working Lives 94: You buzz off.at buzz off!, excl.
et al. Working Lives 89: Two certs in one day’s not bad picking.at cert, n.
in Ammon Working Lives 190: He was an interesting old man and had chased the weight for over forty years.at chase the (penny)weight (v.) under chase, v.
in Ammon Working Lives 146: He told me to ‘get in for my chop.’ That was no trouble at all as I was growing fast and could eat like a horse.at chop, n.2
et al. Working Lives 107: Fred managed to borrow five pounds from Dido and ten pounds from Big Waxie without making known his intentions. If he had they wouldn’t have loaned him a cracker.at cracker, n.4
et al. Working Lives 85: Sometimes he let his dinnyhazer go with such viciousness.at dinnyhazer, n.
et al. Working Lives 89: You’ll see! You’ll frigging well see.at frigging, adj.
et al. Working Lives 115: ‘Did you get a gander at that bottle!’ he exclaimed.at gander, n.3
et al. Working Lives 83: They’ll talk and they’ll laugh. ‘The gig,’ they’ll say. ‘The bloody, silly goat gig.’.at gig, n.2
et al. Working Lives 115: Flapjacks and syrup and a bit of good old roo steak straight from the pan. How’s that grab you?at how does that grab you? under grab, v.
et al. Working Lives 109: She’ll be jake. No worries.at jake, adj.1
et al. Working Lives 92: We walked through the door and began to jazz. She was a beautiful dancer.at jazz, v.
et al. Working Lives 61: Yu’ gonna boil the kero-tin? [...] Good, I’ll whack a pair of strides and a shirt in.at kero, n.
et al. Working Lives 109: That idiot Fred’s flipped his lid [...] Gone off his rocker altogether.at flip one’s lid (v.) under lid, n.
et al. Working Lives 72: He was treating me like a nitwit.at nitwit, n.
et al. Working Lives 89: Use your nouse.at nous, n.
in Ammon Working Lives 135: I woke up at piccanniny daylight to the song of the bellbirds.at piccaninny, adj.
et al. Working Lives 115: Pooh, it pongs a bit.at pong, v.2
et al. Working Lives 89: That thing! That hairy goat beat my beautiful little pony? Never.at run like a hairy goat (v.) under run, v.
et al. Working Lives 89: Knobby reckons it’ll shit in.at shit in (v.) under shit, v.
et al. Working Lives 57: I wouldn’t even risk cashing her with you mob of spielers around.at spieler, n.
et al. Working Lives 91: There were a few white girls of my age [...] At least a few who didn’t smack of squattocrasy and imperiousness.at squattocracy, n.
et al. Working Lives 89: I’ve got another stone cold cert for the second day.at stone, adj.
et al. Working Lives 109: Holy suffering tomcats! What can we do?at suffering —!, excl.
in Ammon Working Lives 155: He promised that if I gave him a hand to load the big wagon I could swamp up with him for as far as I wanted to go.at swamp, v.2
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