1830 B.M. Carew Gypsey of the Glen I i: Cupid has nailed my heart to my back, like a bad shilling to a huckster’s counter.at bad shilling (n.) under bad, adj.
1830 B.M. Carew Gypsey of the Glen I iii: Be charitable, and put your fangs into your bungs, and throw us a croaker – All of us poor cripples.at bung, n.1
1830 B.M. Carew Gypsey of the Glen I iii: Be charitable, and put your fangs into your bungs, and throw us a croaker – All of us poor cripples.at croaker, n.2
1830 B.M. Carew Gypsey of the Glen I iii: Be charitable, and put your fangs into your bungs, and throw us a croaker – All of us poor cripples.at fang, n.
1830 B.M. Carew Gypsey of the Glen II i: I know you Scotchmen like the goldfinches. Ah, her father is pretty warm, I can tell you.at goldfinch (n.) under gold, adj.
1830 B.M. Carew Gypsey of the Glen I i: Not a knave can be hanged, but you grown at hemp-seed.at hemp’s grown for you, the under hemp, n.
1830 B.M. Carew Gypsey of the Glen I iii: Well done, legs! Stay here, my lads, and let us breath awhile.at leg, n.
1830 B.M. Carew Gypsey of the Glen I iii: We can never return again to Tiverton – the cry is up, and we must push for London.at push, v.
1830 B.M. Carew Gypsey of the Glen II i: I know you Scotchmen like the goldfinches. Ah, her father is pretty warm, I can tell you.at warm, adj.