c.1813 ‘Wellington’s Victory’ Wellington’s Laurels 3: Others try’d to bolt thro’ the passes, / So they were shot in the backside, / Tho’ the vulgar would say in their a---s.at arse, n.
c.1813 ‘Wellington’s Victory’ Wellington’s Laurels 3: Others try’d to bolt thro’ the passes, / So they were shot in the backside, / Tho’ the vulgar would say in their a---s.at backside, n.
c.1813 ‘Wellington’s Victory’ in Wellington’s Laurels 2: And oft the French frogs cry’d marbiau / They got such a D---able thrashing.at damnable, adj.
c.1813 ‘Wellington’s Victory’ in Wellington’s Laurels 3: The French done up in fighting and cunning / Threw their feathers and firelocks down.at done up, adj.1
c.1813 ‘This London Agrah!’ in Wellington’s Laurels 8: Sing diddaroo daisy, my jewel, be aisy.at easy!, excl.
c.1813 ‘Wellington’s Victory’ in Wellington’s Laurels 2: And oft the French frogs cry’d marbiau / They got such a D---able thrashing.at Frog, n.
c.1813 ‘Wellington’s Victory’ in Wellington’s Laurels 2: When the British came after so hot, / The French s--t their breeches with quaking.at hot, adv.
c.1813 ‘Captain Mulligan’ Wellington’s Laurels 4: Quite an Adonis was Captain Mulligan; / He was willing, She was killing.at killing, adj.
c.1813 ‘Captain Mulligan’ in Wellington’s Laurels 4: Cruel Jewel Killing Milling Mrs. Mulligan.at milling, n.
c.1813 ‘Wellington’s Laurels’ Wellington’s Laurels 2: ‘A hundred and fifty-one cannon have we,’ / Says Mounseer, ‘and how they’ll go off we shall see.’.at mounseer, n.
c.1813 ‘This London Agrah!’ Wellington’s Laurels 7: From great Londonderry to London so merry, / My own natty self in a waggon did ride.at natty, adj.
c.1813 ‘This London Agrah!’ Wellington’s Laurels 8: A great hulking fellow [...] gave me a terrible thump on the nob.at nob, n.1
c.1813 ‘Wellington’s Victory’ in Wellington’s Laurels 2: When the British came after so hot, / The French s--t their breeches with quaking.at shit (in) one’s pants (v.) under shit, v.