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Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 I spoke up. ‘Yes,’ says I; ‘and at the present moment he could eat a horse, and chase the rider for his life!’.at could eat a horse (and chase the jockey/rider) under eat, v.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 I spoke up. ‘Yes,’ says I; ‘and at the present moment he could eat a horse, and chase the rider for his life!’. Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 D--n the boots! and the (adj.) snob that made them!at adjective, adj.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Flatther! Tare-an-ouns! Flatther!at tare an’ ouns!, excl.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 An’ how much of a load can you stack onto her [i.e. a boat], without her goin’ heels-over-tip.at arse over tip under arse, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Presently he’ll come jogging along here, as happy as Larry.at ...Larry under happy as..., adj.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Jist look here, Mr M’Culloch! [...] Don’t that bang Bannaghar?at beat Bannagher (v.) under Bannagher, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 When I have kids of my own, I’ll [...] wallop them within one inch of their beggarin’ life.at beggaring, adj.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Blinded thing’s costed me two notes a’ready, not to speak o’ the fire.at blinding, adj.2
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Chuck yer mail-bag down on the blurry road.at blurry, adj.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Fact is, the sea ain’t fit to bogey in; it’s too salt to drink, an’ it ain’t salt enough to keep properly.at bogey, v.1
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 She sees a big buck blackfeller comin’ along solitary, with three or four spears.at buck, adj.1
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 ‘Give the wurrd, Captain,’ said the second bandit, raising his gun.at captain, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) Ch. i: 🌐 ‘Thought you was goin’ to take me kneelin’,’ observed Wes indifferently. ‘So I am. One hand, kneelin’.’ ‘Fat likely!’ he retorted.at fat chance, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Seems like as if he’d been standin’ in my light ever since I been workin’ for him. I been chewin’ the rag over it for years.at chew the rag, v.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 David [...] was just such a daisy as you might expect a woman to love. He was brave, chivalrous, and accomplished.at daisy, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 It makes me shiver to think about turnin’ dog on sich nice people as these is.at turn dog (v.) under dog, n.2
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Fust, a woman comes on the stage, dressed up to the nines, an’ sings something.at dressed (up) to the nines, phr.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 I’ve been among cattle for five and thirty etcetera years; but I’ll be etcetera well etcetera if I ever saw a thing so neatly done!at etcetera, adj.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) Ch. i: 🌐 I’m goin’ to take the flashness out o’ this psalm-singin’ beggar!at flashness (n.) under flash, adj.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Ch. i: What did you gosh well tell my dad yesterday?at gosh-well (adj.) under gosh, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Wouldn’t live in that hell-upon-earth, not if you give me a pension [...] Even the ships was a have.at have, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 An’ he fetches me into the house [...] an’ gives me an intro. to Mrs M’Gregor an’ the two Miss M’Gregors.at intro, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 The venerable age so beautifully and coincidently pictured by both the Royal Sages, Jacky XL VIII and Solomon:– ‘Bimeby plenty plour-bag longa cobra’.at jacky jacky, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 [of a crime] ‘This is a five years’ job, if we’re found out.’ ‘Life, more like,’ I replied .at job, n.2
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 There was a whole swag o’ blackfellers [...] though, mind you, they hadn’t got their Marys or piccaninnies with ’em.at Mary, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 You chaps kin take that ezzinc for makin’ dumps [...] Now, mizzle!at mizzle, v.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 A despondent mal-du-mulga sigh, bespoke the sensitive barbarian’s appreciation of the lady’s half-averted face and my stony silence.at mulga, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 ‘I’ll cut across to that cloth-shop, an’ git a new nose-rag.’ [...] He tossed his white silk handkerchief to a barefooted guttersnipe.at nose rag (n.) under nose, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Then comes a bloke, dolled up like’s if he’d come out of a ban’-box, an’ he sings some parley voo to the woman.at parleyvoo, n.
Buln-Buln and the Brolga (1948) 🌐 Ain’t every day a man gits a slant o’ goin’ mates with white piccaninnies.at piccaninny, n.
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