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[Ire] (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 115: The caller had sung out his litany of Legs Eleven, Kelly’s Eye, Knock on the Door, Clickety-Clicks.
at knock on the door, a, n.
[Ire] N. Conway Bloods 21: They listened and said nothing but when his words came to pass they forgot his Dublin ‘ball-hop’.
at ballhop (n.) under ball, n.1
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 96: That’s my foot not the bastardly blister!
at bastardly, adj.
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 106: ‘The Bull’ standing all alone in the glory of his birthday suit.
at birthday suit, n.
[Ire] (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 36: He’d still have hours to kill after he’d finished the blemming-up. [Ibid.] 124: The cap badges [...] must never be blemmed because they’d always have to stay black as a sign of perpetual mourning for Michael Collins.
at blem (up), v.
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 32: Tell that bowsie to shut his mouth.
at bowsie, n.
[Ire] (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 100: He felt that the old memory box could still do its stuff.
at memory box, n.
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 110: Not all the brass buttons in Europe Could give half the faith and the trust That we learned from the boys on manoeuvres.
at brass buttons (n.) under brass, adj.1
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 67: You’re putting out another buzz [...] you’re ball-hoppin’ again.
at buzz, n.
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 33: It was the civvy nags we got from the farmers that did it.
at civvie, adj.
[Ire] N. Conway Bloods n.p.: One mixed-up semi-soldier from civvie-land, doing his first twist of the two-on and four-off, successfully challenged the visiting Orderly Officer [BS].
at civvie, adj.
[Ire] (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 115: The caller had sung out his litany of Legs Eleven, Kelly’s Eye, Knock on the Door, Clickety-Clicks.
at clickety-click, n.
[Ire] N. Conway Bloods 22: Many’s the soldier has had his name taken for linking the mot he’s just clicked on these streets.
at click, v.3
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 74: One never knew whether his initial order was real or ‘in cod’.
at cod, n.5
[Ire] (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 94: Shut up and cop yourself on.
at cop on, v.
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 5: Where we goin’ Corp?
at corp, n.1
[Ire] (con. 1930s) N. Conway Bloods 67: Building up a damn-your-eyes attitude towards any enemy who might come their way.
at damn-your-eyes (adj.) under damn, v.
[Ire] (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 99: He wasn’t going to let the previous night’s ’eccker’ go to waste.
at eccer, n.
[Ire] (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 115: The caller had sung out his litany of Legs Eleven, Kelly’s Eye, Knock on the Door, Clickety-Clicks.
at legs eleven, n.
[Ire] (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 115: The caller had sung out his litany of Legs Eleven, Kelly’s Eye, Knock on the Door, Clickety-Clicks.
at kelly’s eye, n.
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 73: A couple of dollops of tapioca called ‘gooh’ or ‘frog’s spawn’.
at frog’s eggs (n.) under frog, n.1
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 22: Many’s the soldier has had his name taken for linking the mot he’s just clicked on these streets.
at link it, v.
[Ire] N. Conway Bloods n.p.: The ranks now included many reservists and young recruits who had to be jildied into professional soldiers [BS].
at jildi, v.
[Ire] N. Conway Bloods 18: It was soon to be known as the jildiest battalion on the Curragh. [Ibid.] 124: The way we cut our leggings short to look more jildy [BS].
at jildi, adj.
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 48: Maybe you could if your platoon hadn’t been wiped out as you moved to the jump-off.
at jump-off, n.
[Ire] N. Conway Bloods 179: Get a move on. Shake the lead out of your boots.
at shake the lead out (v.) under lead, n.
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 69: The company O.C. and his nibs struck up a very understanding friendship.
at his nibs (n.) under nibs, n.
[Ire] N. Conway Bloods 20: ‘We’ll never make soldiers of them,’ was Milligan’s comment after a morning of ‘As you WERE’ commands, every time one of the newcomers snaffood a simple right or left turn.
at s.n.a.f.u., v.
[Ire] (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 129: Snap that cig! The flag is down.
at snap, v.
[Ire] (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 65: One mixed-up semi-soldier from civvie-land, doing his first twist of the two-on and four-off, successfully challenged the visiting Orderly Officer.
at twist, n.1
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