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‘The Blue Vein’ Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 27: Cried Ned, to all Abigails frail, / That there’s more fun in kissing than jalluping ale.at abigail, n.1
‘The Blue Vein’ Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 27: Cried Ned, to all Abigails frail, / That there’s more fun in kissing than jalluping ale. ‘Blowing’s Lament’ in Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 31: My flash man, Bob, has run away, / Because I’ve lost my trade, sirs, / I hope that he will soon be lagg’d, / For he’s a gallows blade, sirs.at gallows-bird, n.
‘My Rummy Poll’s Blind-Eye!’ in Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 17: But then the thing I most admire, / Is her little black blind eye! [...] I love with it to play, / And just to give the darling ease, / I stroke it night and day!at blind eye, n.
‘The Blue Vein’ in Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 26: Ned pull’d up his clothes, sir, when to their surprise, / They beheld his blue vein of a wonderful size.at blue vein, n.
‘Meat & Gravy’ Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 19: The Blowen stoop’d down [...] And the chamber-pot she fill’d right bang to the brim. [...] Then he pull’d out his something, and in the bright drain / He wash’d and sloos’d it again and again; / Said he [...] I’ve had de gravy, but de meat is too dear.at gravy, n.
‘Cock A Doodle-Doo!’ in Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 15: Poor Goody Grumpus lost her cock.at grumpus, n.
‘My Rummy Poll’s Blind-Eye!’ in Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 17: But then the thing I most admire, / Is her little black blind eye! [...] And think it is no sin / To make her happy if I can, / And put my lancet in!at lance, n.
‘No Meat Like Mutton’ Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 11: In London a man is sure – if he can sport the blunt, / To get a fresh supply each night of all sorts of — mutton! / Mutton! mutton! sweet sweet mutton / There’s no meat like mutton.at mutton, n.
‘The Blue Vein’ Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter [as 1798].at nick, n.2
‘The Great Unmentionable’ in Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 20: When I beheld this thing, sirs, / It was cock’d up on the bed; / Two peaches hung down below, sirs, / And its face was scarlet red.at peach, n.1
‘The Hoars of Fleet Street’ in Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 37: Now Dick and John and Joe and Jane, / And Sam with Bobby Bender, / All came to me like rogues in grain, / To be their money lender.at rogue in grain (n.) under rogue, n.
‘Meat and Gravy’ Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 19: Then he pull’d out his something, and in the bright drain / He wash’d and sloos’d it again and again.at thing, n.
‘The Great Unmentionable’ in Fanny Hill’s Bang-up Reciter 20: The thing was twelve inches long, sirs.at twelve inches (n.) under twelve, adj.
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