1919 E. Dyson ‘Marshal Neigh, V.C.’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 18: Little Abdul’s quite a fighter, ’n’ he mixes it with skill.at Abdul, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘In Hospital’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 22: I’m modest, too, / When dividin’ a can of swill / With a Algy boy from the wilds iv Kew. [Ibid.] 26: There are Percies, Algies, ’n’ Claudes I’ve met / Who could take it ’n’ come agen.at Algie, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Bricks’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 33: When Ulrich stopped a Port bookay he rolled his alley in.at toss in the alley (v.) under alley, n.3
1919 E. Dyson ‘Bricks’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 33: Haynes bust a Prussian’s almond, took the bay’net where he stood.at almond, n.2
1919 E. Dyson ‘Bricks’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 31: Son pussied on his bingie [...] and he slugged a tubby Hun.at bingy, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Bricks’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 32: You couldn’t ’ope to miss it, pickled, paralysed, ’n’ blind.at blind, adj.1
1919 E. Dyson ‘Hello, Soldier!’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 87: Singin’ people on the sand / Makes a boshter Happy Land!at boshter, adj.
1919 E. Dyson ‘How Herman Won the Cross’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 81: Then arm in arm through No Man’s land we does a social bunk.at do a/the bunk (v.) under bunk, n.1
1919 E. Dyson ‘Mickie Mollynoo’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 42: He’s sargin’ now, a vet’ran; I’m a newchum and a mug.at new chum, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Hello, Soldier!’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 87: Cantin’ up me bloomin’ cady, toyin’ with a cig.at cig, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Marshal Neigh, V.C.’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 19: Here it is that Artie takes it [i.e. a bullet] good ’n’ solid in the crust.at crust, n.1
1919 E. Dyson ‘Hello, Soldier!’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 85: ‘Cri, it jumbo.’ ‘Have a beer.’ / ‘Wot-o, Anzac; you’re a dear.’.at cry it (v.) under cry, v.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Repaired’ ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 95: In me Darby Kell a rip / Settn’ up a cool sensation / Like excessive ventilation.at darby kelly, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘The Moralist’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 92: A dollar or a deener for the pore hafflict dear.at deener, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Mickie Mollynoo’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 44: He’s back in twenty minutes, with a dillied German crew.at dillied, adj.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Out of Khaki’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 99: Fair dink, I loved the uniform!at fair dinkum!, excl.
1919 E. Dyson ‘How Herman Won the Cross’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 81: He’s out to do his div. in, / ’N’ don’t care if he don’t go home till daylight doth appear.at div, n.1
1919 E. Dyson ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 31: He slugged a tubby Hun, Then choked a Fritzie with his dukes, ’n’ pinched the sooner’s gun!at duke, n.3
1919 E. Dyson ‘Bricks’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 31: He slugged a tubby Hun, Then choked a Fritzie with his dukes, ’n’ pinched the sooner’s gun!at Fritz, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Weepin’ Willie’ ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 49: But his jills would sniff ’n’ shiver in the mother of a fright.at his gills (n.) under gill, n.1
1919 E. Dyson ‘Hello, Soldier!’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 86: Back at Grillo’s where the nigger googs his whitey eyes.at goog, v.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Joey’s Job’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 76: Providence began this war to find a grip for Jo!at grip, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Marshal Neigh, V.C.’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 🌐 But the parsons and the poets couldn’t teach him to discourse / When it come to pokin’ guyver at a pore, deluded horse.at poke guiver (at) (v.) under guiver, n.1
1919 E. Dyson ‘Mickie Mollynoo’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 43: I’m roughin’ it all-in with Hans. He sock me such a bat.at Hans, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Bricks’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 31: It was fare-the-well to Herman with a bullet through the bone.at Herman, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Mickie Mollynoo’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 39: A shine John Hop is Mollynoo. A mix-up / with the push Is all his joy.at john hop, n.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Hello, Soldier!’ ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 86: ’Ello, Jumbo, how is it?at how is it (there)?, phr.
1919 E. Dyson ‘Mickie Mollynoo’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 44: We creeps a thousan’ yards or so to jigger up a gun / Which seven Huns is workin’.at jigger, v.1
1919 E. Dyson ‘Peace, Blessed Peace’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 52: Me oath, the mess of stuff and blood / Would give a slaughterman the joes!at joes, n.1
1919 E. Dyson ‘Hello, Soldier!’ in ‘Hello, Soldier!’ 85: ‘Cri, it jumbo.’ ‘Have a beer.’ / ‘Wot-o, Anzac; you’re a dear.’.at jumbo, n.