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Song Smith 137: Then a fig for French brags, and your great Buonapartes.at fig, a, n.
Song Smith 137: Then a fig for French brags, and your great Buonapartes. Song Smith 71: He wou’d now and then get so aboard of the grog!at get aboard (v.) under aboard, adv.
Song Smith 53: Mister Abraham Newland’s a monstrous good man, / But when you’ve said of him what ever you can, / Why all his soft paper would look very blue, / If it wa’nt for the yellow boys; pray what do you think?at Abraham Newland, n.
Song Smith 131: What argufies talking of danger and fear?at argufy, v.
Song Smith 132: Among his favourite diversions were [...] sweetening the purser’s flip with the contents of his ’bacco box.at bacca-box (n.) under bacca, n.
Song Smith 48: ‘Ah , massa,’ replied a black who had been some time a spectator, ‘Buckra steal black heathen man to make him good Christian.’.at backra, n.
Song Smith 77: By Jabers, my skull is as thick as your own!at bejabers!, excl.
Song Smith 77: My dose last night I tuk it [...] A Doldrum’s, (said Ted), the blue devils.at blue devils, n.
Song Smith 115: But Old Nick, who all grinders can beat, / Will soon grind the whole boiling together.at whole boiling lot, n.
Song Smith 109: With a drop of good stuff, / We should live long enough, / If they’d only just bone all the doctors.at bone, v.1
Song Smith 131: When his ship rides at anchor he boozes on shore.at booze, v.
Song Smith 84: Thus Britons doat on being muzz’d, / And whether fresh or foggy, / By bosky Frenchmen won’t be buzz’d, Who thought to catch us groggy.at bosky, adj.
Song Smith 139: I met him with his green bag full of botheration.at botheration, n.
Song Smith 117: My wife’s christian name it was Brandy-fac’d Nan.at brandy-face (n.) under brandy, n.
Song Smith 47: While, to keep up the charter, our belles dress in buff.at buff, n.1
Song Smith 88: Your Tapster loves to bung his eye.at bung one’s eye (v.) under bung, v.1
Song Smith 84: Thus Britons doat on being muzz’d, / And whether fresh or foggy, / By bosky Frenchmen won’t be buzz’d, Who thought to catch us groggy.at buzzed, adj.
Song Smith 119: Cabbage is the taylor’s, / Though he rides his goose.at cabbage, n.1
Song Smith 61: A Taylor who cabbag’d, as taylors will do, / Not an inch from an ell, but a yard out of two.at cabbage, v.1
Song Smith 24: We know no more what the churchwardens do with the clinkum.at clink, n.1
Song Smith 47: Our beaux stuck in boots to their hips, I declare, / Look just like Cock and Breeches at Bartlemy Fair.at cock-and-breeches (n.) under cock, n.3
Song Smith 47: While our belles, in new bonnets to set off their hair, / First spend all their cole, then the skuttle they wear.at cole, n.
Song Smith 85: If you don’t take a glass at my expense, dam’me, I’ll crack a bottle at yours.at crack a bottle (v.) under crack, v.2
Song Smith 105: Och! call for the crater, and push it about [...] To the boys of the ocean we’ll swig it away.at creature, the, n.
Song Smith 133: He is a father to us all, and when we receive our prize money, and goes into port, tells us to take care of the land pirates, the ladies, because he says as how they are too deep for us unthinking tars.at deep, adj.
Song Smith 71: Jack was, moreover, a comical dog.at dog, n.2
Song Smith 77: ‘’Tis like whiskey,’ (said Ted.) – ‘My dose last night I tuk it’.at dose, n.1
Song Smith 78: But with Doldrums be asey, they’re all boderation; / To the one that had hipp’d all your frenchified drones.at drone, n.
Song Smith 128: But the drop I like best is a drop in my eye.at drop in one’s eye, n.
Song Smith 128: ‘Eye water?’ said the drunken buck, ‘I’ve got an excellent bottle in my pocket.’.at eyewater (n.) under eye, n.
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