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‘Petticoat Government’ Dublin Comic Songster 167: For their wives they don’t care a straw.at not care a straw, v.
‘Petticoat Government’ Dublin Comic Songster 167: For their wives they don’t care a straw. ‘I Came From The Roar’ Dublin Comic Songster 66: So a fig for your laws, your starved Johnny Raws.at fig, a, n.
‘The New Policeman’ Dublin Comic Songster 132: Blood and ouns, faith, and why do you laugh?at blood and ’ounds!, excl.
‘Miseries Of A Lord Mayor’ Dublin Comic Songster 278: But tag-rag and bob-tail must all have a stare.at rag, tag and bobtail, n.
‘The Irish Duel’ Dublin Comic Songster 153: The when and where was settled fair, / When Pat as bold as brass, / Cried you know what we fight about?at bold as brass (adj.) under bold as..., adj.
‘The New Policemen Of Dublin’ Dublin Comic Songster 51: For nought on earth will save your bacon.at save one’s bacon (v.) under bacon, n.1
‘A Letter [...] From Peter Strongbow etc.’ Dublin Comic Songster 310: I’d bet the peelers’ shootin’ all to pieces, (do you take?) bad scrant to the bit, dear brother.at bad scran (n.) under bad, adj.
‘The Young Irish Gentleman’ Dublin Comic Songster 176: Thro’ Dublin then, in bang up style [...] He’d dash along twelve miles an hour.at bang-up, adj.
‘A Letter [...] From Peter Strongbow etc.’ Dublin Comic Songster 309: There is no use in talkin,’ Paddy – the waves bet Banaher, aye, an’ bet our unfortunate ship to baby rags.at beat Bannagher (v.) under Bannagher, n.
‘Ax My Eye’ Dublin Comic Songster 101: Then at night am vorking burking, / Hocussing or kening svag!at bark, v.2
‘The Horticultural Wife’ Dublin Comic Songster 22: A cherry that’s left for the dicky birds to pick.at dicky-bird, n.1
‘The Night Before Larry Was Stretched’ Dublin Comic Songster 186: It’s only what gownsmen invented, / To get a fat bit for themselves.at get a bit (v.) under bit, n.1
‘The Poor’ Seedy Swell Dublin Comic Songster 36: To blarney her he a long time did try.at blarney, v.
‘The Convict’s Consolation’ Dublin Comic Songster 333: So Jack, let’s bless our lucky stars, That you and I are convicts.at bless my heart! (excl.) under bless, v.1
‘The Musical Coalheaver’ Dublin Comic Songster 98: I’ll bet – if I don’t, blow me tight, / A crown unto a farden.at blow me tight!, excl.
‘The Long Tail Blue’ Dublin Comic Songster 25: I wears a jacket all the week, / And a Sunday my long tail blue.at long-tail blue, n.
‘Pat And His Leather Breeches’ Dublin Comic Songster 155: I found she’d boned my purse, / My watch, and leather breeches.at bone, v.1
‘The Wonderful Nose’ Dublin Comic Songster 74: At last came a sailor, with courage in store, / Who swore he would tackle this long snouted bore!at bore, n.1
‘Paddy Whack Of Ballyhack’ Dublin Comic Songster 140: The roaring boys who made a noise, / And thwack’d me like the devil.at roaring boy, n.
‘Jonathan Brown’ Dublin Comic Songster 228: And Sal with a cobbler hopped over a broom.at jump (over) the broomstick, v.
‘Jerry Duff’ Dublin Comic Songster 334: He’d been stealing of rum, and its strength done him brown.at do brown (v.) under brown, adj.2
‘One-Horse Chay’ in Dublin Comic Songster 364: When our pair were soused enough, / And returning in the buff.at buff, n.1
‘Ax My Eye’ Dublin Comic Songster 101: Then at night am vorking burking, / Hocussing or kening svag!at burke, v.
‘Miss Muggins’s Maid’ Dublin Comic Songster 298: She called the police in a rage [...] So I got dragged off to the cage.at cage, n.
‘Ax My Eye’ Dublin Comic Songster 101: I oft go out and cant and jaw, / Play parson in the open air.at cant, v.1
‘Jack Rag’ Dublin Comic Songster 5: Some boys they twigged the caper, and pelted him with snow.at caper, n.2
‘The Musical Coalheaver’ Dublin Comic Songster 98: And I’ve been told by an old pal, / And I don’t think it’s carney, / That she can sing the ‘Oyster Gal,’ / As well as Caterlarney.at carney, n.1
‘The Four & Ninepenny Hat’ Dublin Comic Songster 102: No matter man or master, / A guinea was the lowest charge / For a swellish-looking castor.at castor, n.
‘Three Yards A Penny’ Dublin Comic Songster 27: To prison I am going to-morrow – ah me! [...] Locked up with my chum I shall be.at chum, n.
‘Miseries Of An Omnibus’ Dublin Comic Songster 336: Some hobnailed clod walks over them whose stumps not very light are.at clod, n.1
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