1972 (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.
1972 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
1972 (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 96: That’s my foot not the bastardly blister!at bastardly, adj.
1972 (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 106: ‘The Bull’ standing all alone in the glory of his birthday suit.at birthday suit, n.
1972 (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.
1972 (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 100: He felt that the old memory box could still do its stuff.at memory box, n.
1972 (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
1972 (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 67: You’re putting out another buzz [...] you’re ball-hoppin’ again.at buzz, n.
1972 (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 33: It was the civvy nags we got from the farmers that did it.at civvie, adj.
1972 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.
1972 (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.
1972 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
1972 (con. 1930s–40s) N. Conway Bloods 74: One never knew whether his initial order was real or ‘in cod’.at cod, n.5
1972 (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.
1972 (con. 1940s) N. Conway Bloods 99: He wasn’t going to let the previous night’s ’eccker’ go to waste.at eccer, n.
1972 (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.
1972 (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.
1972 (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
1972 (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.
1972 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.
1972 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.
1972 (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.
1972 N. Conway Bloods 179: Get a move on. Shake the lead out of your boots.at shake the lead out (v.) under lead, n.
1972 (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.
1972 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.
1972 (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