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Tales from a City Farmyard 18: That was one situation where the Da might indeed have ‘put me up against the wall,’ had anything serious happened to the mare.at up against the wall under up against, phr.
Tales from a City Farmyard 18: That was one situation where the Da might indeed have ‘put me up against the wall,’ had anything serious happened to the mare. Tales from a City Farmyard 13: He was not an educated man, but was successful in a ‘streetwise’ sort of way without being smart-alecky.at smart-aleck, adj.
Tales from a City Farmyard 144: Thereafter we changed his name from ‘the gent’ to ‘old bollicky’.at ballock, n.
Tales from a City Farmyard 213: A real bowsie of a fellow from Maryland had died.at bowsie, n.
Tales from a City Farmyard 126: There was a kid who lived in Chamber Street called Snotty O’Doherty, so named because of the ever-present ‘candlesticks’ between his nose and upper lip.at candlestick, n.2
Tales From a City Farmyard 51: When Errol Flynn was Robin Hood, we all made bows and arrows [...] We all wanted to be the ‘chap’ – the leading man – in our plays.at chap, n.
Tales from a City Farmyard 169: The Ma gave me a few clatters for being so cheeky.at clatter, n.2
Tales From a City Farmyard n.p.: The Ma [...] then smiled at me and said [...] ‘Did you gang of toughs think I came up on the last load?’ [BS].at come up on the last load (v.) under come up, v.1
Tales from a City Farmyard 164: He ‘effed’ my Dad from a height.at eff, v.
Tales From a City Farmyard 54: I didn’t go to the Lyric too often, but for a time [...] I went every week to see a follyinupper named Don Winslow of the Coastguard.at follower-upper, n.
Tales from a City Farmyard 23: To ‘funk’ the bull and go around the safer way was a disgrace.at funk, v.2
Tales from a City Farmyard 109: Right enough, the clever ginks had climbed the Marion Villas wall.at gink, n.1
Tales From a City Farmyard 71: In the traditional way that he sealed a deal with others, he spat a big gollier onto his toil-worn hand, and slapped it down on my scholarly hand.at gollier, n.
Tales from a City Farmyard 112: The young undesirables of today are called gurriers, skinheads, layabouts, and other names.at gurrier, n.
Tales from a City Farmyard 135: Don’t you know, you Dublin jackeen, that billy-goats – gentlemen goats to you – don’t give milk?at jackeen, n.
Tales from a City Farmyard 14: Generations of my father’s family had been jarveys.at jarvey, n.
Tales from a City Farmyard 32: Look, he’s alright, he was just actin’ the maggot.at act the maggot (v.) under maggot, n.
Tales from a City Farmyard 171: I grabbed my sheets, brown wrapping paper and twine, and ran out to the landing, calling them a crowd of shaggers.at shagger, n.1
Tales from a City Farmyard 21: My mother was in her forties when I arrived, the only child from the second marriage, and ‘the shakings of the bag,’ as I was often described.at shake of the bag (n.) under shake, n.1
Tales from a City Farmyard 212: One of the great fears of Liberties people was that they would die in ‘The Union.’.at Union, the, n.
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