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Black City 229: ‘The lawful government of Ireland,’ he boomed out, laughing loudly. ‘My bloody arse!’.at my arse! (excl.) under arse, n.
Black City 229: ‘The lawful government of Ireland,’ he boomed out, laughing loudly. ‘My bloody arse!’. Black City 46: You’re a lecherous, pimple-arsed syphilitic who should be sent to Vladivostock.at -arsed, sfx
Black City 52: ‘I know some fine peasants,’ said Kenane. ‘You ought to,’ roared Flynn. ‘You came out of the arse-hole of Connemara yourself.’.at arsehole, n.
Black City 11: ‘Got a match, Sammy?’ asked the man. [...] ‘Go climb a wall,’ said Flynn. [...] ‘Give us a light.’ ‘Go and bollix,’ said Flynn.at ballocks, v.
Black City 75: ‘Ach, it’s all over now,’ said O’Connor. [...] ‘Bollix the over!’ said Young. ‘Not as far as we’re concerned.’.at ballocks!, excl.
Black City 141: I was [...] making sure none of these characters make a balls of things.at balls, v.
Black City 44: ‘Flynn, you bitch’s bastard, look what you’ve done?’ ‘Up your jersey,’ said Flynn.at bitch’s bastard, n.
Black City 54: All those sanctimonious, bible-thumping, hymn-singing rump-faced pussyfoots.at bible-thumper (n.) under bible, n.
Black City 156: They’re delighted the way you bitched the police.at bitch, v.
Black City 51: ‘Bucker you,’ said Flynn unpleasantly. ‘I know you. You’re a wolf running after wee schoolgirls.’ [Ibid.] 59: ‘He’s mad at you.’ ‘Ah, bucker that,’ said Flynn. ‘All editors are always mad at something.’.at bucker, v.
Black City 46: ‘May your bumgut fall out,’ said Flynn. He stood up suddenly. ‘That’s French for I don’t like you.’.at bum-gut (n.) under bum, n.1
Black City 11: ‘Got a match, Sammy?’ asked the man. [...] ‘Go climb a wall,’ said Flynn. [...] ‘Give us a light.’ ‘Go and bollix, ’ said Flynn.at go climb up your thumb! (excl.) under climb, v.
Black City 26: They got three of our fellas last night – the Mixer, Harry Fay [...] That frigger Monahan – Sullivan spat.at frigger, n.
Black City 109: One little boy [...] shouted ecstatically: ‘Fug the Pope!’.at fug, v.
Black City 170: He held up the dirty gutties, poking a finger through the crepe sole.at gutties, n.
Black City 43: You shouldn’t drink whisky [...] That sort of stuff gives you a thick head.at thick head, n.
Black City 122: A penny a ride or two jam jars.at jam jar, n.
Black City 145: I can’t stand this jawing. I’m going home.at jawing, n.
Black City 40: Bijasus, you’re awfully holy.at Jesus!, excl.
Black City 161: ‘Do you believe in God?’ [...] ‘If you mean some old josser with a lock of hair like old Paderewski’s, then the answer is, I don’t’.at josser, n.4
Black City 44: ‘Flynn, you bitch’s bastard, look what you’ve done?’ ‘Up your jersey,’ said Flynn.at up your jumper!, excl.
Black City 77: ‘It’s the Liffey water,’ said Flynn. ‘I’m told the stuff they get across the water isn’t fit for human consumption.’.at Liffey water, n.
Black City 52: He’s trying to put over another puff for those marble-mouthed nincompoops across the water.at nincompoop, n.
Black City 162: We’ve got to get the British out of Ireland, from every last inch of the sod.at Old Sod, n.
Black City 54: All those sanctimonious, bible-thumping, hymn-singing rump-faced pussyfoots.at pussyfoot, n.
Black City 21: ‘Shame on ye, ye ould bastard’ shouted one of the old shawlies.at shawlie, n.
Black City 83: ‘If ever them skitters try to take over the North ----!’ ‘Don’t worry, man, they’ll never get it. Not while there’s a Protestant left to stop them.’.at skitter, n.
Black City 36: He could talk the leg off a pot, all right.at talk one’s head off (v.) under talk, v.
Black City 55: ‘You’d steal a penny from a starving child.’ ‘Up you!’ said Flynn.at up you! (excl.) under up, v.
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