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‘Lines on Meeting with Lord Daer’ in Works (1842) 65/2: I’ve been at drunken writers’ feasts, / Nay, been bitch-fou ’mang godly priests.at bitch-fou, adj.
‘Lines on Meeting with Lord Daer’ in Works (1842) 65/2: I’ve been at drunken writers’ feasts, / Nay, been bitch-fou ’mang godly priests. The Jolly Beggars in Works (1842) 13/1: Here’s to all the wandering train! Here’s our ragged brats and callets!at callet, n.
The Jolly Beggars in Works (1842) 13/1: Round we wander all the day, And at night, in barn or stable, Hug our doxies on the hay.at doxy, n.
The Jolly Beggars in Works (1842) 12/1: Her charms had struck a sturdy caird, As weel as poor gut-scraper.at gut-scraper (n.) under gut, n.
The Jolly Beggars in Works (1842) 11/2: For monie a pursie she had hooked.at hook, v.1
The Jolly Beggars in Works (1842) 12/2: A sailor rak’d her fore and aft, Behint the chicken cavie.at rake, v.1
The Jolly Beggars in Works (1842) 12: Despise that shrimp, that wither’d imp.at shrimp, n.
The Jolly Beggars in Works (1842) 12/2: A sailor rak’d her fore and aft, Behint the chicken cavie. Her lord [...] He hirpl’d up, and lap like daft, And shor’d them Dainty Davie O boot that night.at slip in Daintie Davie (v.) under slip, v.2
The Jolly Beggars in Works (1842) 11/1: He stoitered up an’ made a face; Then turn’d an’ laid a smack on Grizzie.at smack, n.1
The Jolly Beggars in Works (1842) 11/1: Poor Merry Andrew in the neuk, Sat guzzling wi’ a tinkler hizzie.at tinkler, n.1
The Jolly Beggars in Works (1842) 11/1: I ance was abused in the kirk, For touzling a lass i’ my daffin.at touzle, v.
Death and Dr. Hornbook in Works (1842) 15: A countra laird had ta’en the batts, Or some curmurring in his guts.at bots, n.1
Death and Dr. Hornbook in Works (1842) 14: The Clachan yill [ale] had made me canty, I was na fou, but just had plenty.at canty, adj.1
Briggs of Ayr in Works (1842) 70/1: Corke-headed, graceless gentry, The herryment and ruin of the country.at cork-brained (adj.) under cork, n.1
‘Tam O’Shanter’ in Works (1842) 67: The smith and thee gat roaring fou on.at roaring fou, n.
Death and Dr. Hornbook in Works (1842) 15: A countra laird had ta’en the batts, Or some curmurring in his guts.at gut, n.
Death and Dr. Hornbook in Works (1842) 14: Ev’n Ministers, they ha’e been kenn’d In holy rapture / A rousing whid at times to vend, An’ nail ’t wi’ Scripture.at nail, v.
in Works (1843) I 87/1: By me should gratefully be ware; / ’Twad please me to the nine .at up to the nines, phr.
Briggs of Ayr in Works (1842) 50: Men wha grew wise priggin’ owre hops an’ raisins.at prig, v.2
letter 30 June in Works (1842) 262/2: We dined at another good fellow’s house, and consequently, pushed the bottle; when we went out [...] we found ourselves ‘Not vera fou, but gaylie yet’.at push the bottle (v.) under push, v.
Death and Dr. Hornbook in Works (1842) 14: Ev’n Ministers, they ha’e been kenn’d In holy rapture / A rousing whid at times to vend, An’ nail ’t wi’ Scripture.at whid, n.
Briggs of Ayr in Works (1842) 69/1: Conceited gowk! puff’d up wi’ windy pride!at windy, adj.1
‘Come rede me, dame’ in Works (1842) 352: Her wanton tail sae ready – / I learned a sang in Annandale / Nine inch will please a lady.at inch, n.
‘Come rede me, dame’ in Works (1842) 352: Her wanton tail sae ready – / I learned a sang in Annandale / Nine inch will please a lady. / But for a koontrie c-nt like mine, / In sooth, were nae sae gentle, We’ll tak tway thumb-bread to the nine, And tha’s a sonsy p-ntle.at pintle, n.
‘Come Rede Me, Dame’ in Works (1842) 352: Her wanton tail sae ready – / I learned a sang in Annandale / Nine inch will please a lady.at tail, n.
Death and Dr. Hornbook in Works (1842) n.p.: I’ll nail the self-conceited sot As dead’s a herring [F&H].at nail, v.
To Mr Peter Stuart in Works (1845) 338: Your sheet, man, (Though glad I’m to see’t, man,) I get it no’ ae day in ten.at sheet, n.
Answer to a Poetical Epistle in Works (1842) 60/2: This leads me on, to tell for sport [...] Come hither, lad, an’ answer for’t, Ye’re blamed for jobbin’.at job, v.1
Answer to a Poetical Epistle in Works (1842) 60/2: You should remember To cut if aff, an’ what for no Your dearest member.at member, n.1
Answer to a Poetical Epistle in Works (1842) 253: Gae mind your seam, ye prick the louse, An’ jag the flea.at prick-(the-)louse (n.) under prick, v.2
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