1951 S. Hanna Bell December Bride 53: Come in, son, and don’t stand there like a bagman.at bagman, n.
1951 S.H. Bell December Bride 32: ‘He’s a crabbit ould blirt, too,’ grumbled the servingman.at blirt, n.
1951 S.H. Bell December Bride 177: You’re a wee by-blow, son, ye don’t know who your da is.at by-blow, n.
1951 S.H. Bell December Bride 260: Ireland was a Nation / When England was a pup / And Ireland will be Ireland / When England’s buggered up.at buggered up (adj.) under bugger up, v.
1951 S.H. Bell December Bride 258: He set down his glass and shook his head appreciatively at his brother and Petie. ‘That clears the cow-clap out o’ your throat, all right.’.at cowclap, n.
1951 S.H. Bell December Bride 184: So what’s the use of all this farting and fiddling around?at fart about (v.) under fart, v.
1951 S.H. Bell December Bride 57: If ye want the girl don’t go footerin’ at her as if ye didna.at footer, v.
1951 S.H. Bell December Bride 171: And then she goes lilting round the house and making no shift to wipe the wean’s face.at lilt, v.
1951 S.H. Bell December Bride 212: D’ye want the countryside filled wi’ polis, nebbing intae everybody’s business?at neb, v.
1951 S. Hanna Bell December Bride 184: You’ve taken a very sudden scunner at the Dineens.at take a scunner to (v.) under scunner, n.
1951 S.H. Bell December Bride 258: ‘Tits, man!’ he shouted, ‘sure it’s all coming out o’ one pocket!’.at tits!, excl.
1951 S.H. Bell December Bride 184: We canna put the craturs out on the road for a wheen av bags o’ corn and praties!at wheen, n.