1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 58: It’s cold enough to blow the balls off a brass monkey.at cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey, phr.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 94: ‘Would you Mike?’ ‘Would a cat drink milk?’.at does a bear shit in the woods? Is the pope (a) Catholic?, phr.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 47: I won’t sit and hear Jem Larkin insulted in me own house by a so-and-so woman that knows nothing about anything but bloody babies!at so-and-so, adj.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 88: You’re bloody Darby-and-Joan now, me bucko, thinking the sun shines out of her, but wait till you’ve a gang of snotty-nosed, shitty-arsed crying little demons around you.at darby and joan, adj.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 205: Up from the arsehole of the country you’d think you were.at arsehole, n.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 165: That oul bitch next door had no right to grow bloody tulips right in the arsehold of her onion patch.at arsehole, n.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 142: ‘Have you no others?’ enquired the priest [...] ‘All married, Father, bad cess to them,’ sighed the widow.at bad cess to you! (excl.) under bad, adj.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 49: Let them all see how you saddled me with your litter of bastards! There’s probably another one in the bag as it is!at bag, n.1
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 94: Get up till I bandjax the living daylights out of you!at banjax, v.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 83: I will [...] if I can find the bloody bastarding bottle!at bastarding (adj.) under bastard, n.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 155: And would you kindly take your eyes off my bazooka?at bazooka, n.1
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 193: He has parted the whiskers too often, maybe, but in God’s name what was a man made for and why was he made the way he was if not for that?at split the beard (v.) under beard, n.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days (1990) 76: Aye, with the Chief himself, bedad, and all the boys.at bedad!, excl.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 79: Bejasus, girls, there’ll be no more holding me from now on!at bejazus!, excl.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 30: Its belly-button stood out on its distended abdomen like knot of wool as Mother washed and powdered it.at belly button (n.) under belly, n.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 165: She was supposed to turn when she married poor Paddy Kerrigan, but anyone can see she’s still a black bloody Protestant at heart.at black Protestant (n.) under black, adj.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 47: ‘I won’t eat me bollacking dinner,’ said Father, roaring again. [Ibid.] 162: ‘Great bollacking Jesus!’ somebody whispered with profound awe.at bollacking, adj.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 192: Don’t be seeing that drunken bowsie, her black-shawled little ferret of an aunt would say.at bowsie, n.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 95: Did you have to put up with being called a hoor and brasser and fornicator [...] ?at brasser, n.1
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 26: They dipped thick cuts of dry bread and the hard ‘heels’ of loaves which were also called ‘catskins’.at cat-skin (n.) under cat, n.1
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 139: She was no chicken ... thirty if she was a day.at no chicken under chicken, n.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 28: ‘Still and all, for the sake of the chisellers, I mean,’ said the brown-booted kindly man.at chiseller, n.
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 67: Out fornicating with that corner-boy! I’ll break her two legs when she does come in!at corner boy (n.) under corner, n.2
1970 C. Brown Down All the Days 170: That frosty-nosed bastard of a Corkman [...] A bleeding culshie for your life.at culchie, n.