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Queen’s Sailors III 278: You were always a manly [...] A 1, first-rate young feller.at A-1, adj.
Queen’s Sailors III 278: You were always a manly [...] A 1, first-rate young feller. Queen’s Sailors III 127: Old Yeh’s bakker-pouch.at bacca, n.
Queen’s Sailors III 279: Here is a generous heart wot will be chucked away on some good-for-nothing baggage as soon as he lands.at baggage, n.
Queen’s Sailors III 233: We now and then have a row – she goes to balls and stays out all night, and then I blow up a bit.at blow up, v.1
Queen’s Sailors III 2: It takes more than articles of war to keep blue jackets in order.at bluejacket, n.
Queen’s Sailors III 97: He hired a bum-boat.at bum-boat, n.
Queen’s Sailors III 249: Boys, who believed their mess-bullies possessed the most profound knowledge of nautical human affairs.at bully, n.1
Queen’s Sailors II 19: Ordering them to ‘stop their row, unless they wanted to taste the cat’.at cat, n.3
Queen’s Sailors III 250: How are you a goin’ to get rid of all your fan-pinners, chummy?at chum, n.
Queen’s Sailors III 2: He can cow the biggest roughs among them.at cow, v.1
Queen’s Sailors I 287: She says her missis av bin werry dicky and likely to croak.at croak, v.2
Queen’s Sailors I 287: She says her missis av bin werry dicky and likely to croak.at dicky, adj.1
Queen’s Sailors III 90: You precious half-starved, dog-faced, greasy-looking miserables, what are you kow-towing there for?at dogface (n.) under dog, n.2
Queen’s Sailors II 160: You in-fer-nal old dot.at dot, n.2
Queen’s Sailors III 5: He was flaked upon the wharf.at flake, v.1
Queen’s Sailors III 2: Gammon! You ain’t a-going to persuade me to that, sir.at gammon!, excl.
Queen’s Sailors III 91: You shut up, or it will be worse for you, my pretty hens.at hen, n.
Queen’s Sailors I 93: Mother’s gone off the hooks.at off the hooks under hook, n.1
Queen’s Sailors II 160: The first lieutenant be jiggered.at jigger, v.3
Queen’s Sailors III 295: Tortle [...] was so ‘jolly’.at jolly, adj.
Queen’s Sailors I 257: We know he was a foul-mouthed little monkey.at monkey, n.
Queen’s Sailors I 302: ‘Most illustrious sir!’ exclaimed the foremost moon-face.at moon-face (n.) under moon, n.
Queen’s Sailors III 43: Young Tom is my nevvy.at nevvy, n.
Queen’s Sailors III 65: Well, am I all square? Rigging all right?at rigging, n.1
Queen’s Sailors III 250: ‘How are you goin’ to spend your whack, Joseph?’ demanded another old salt.at salt, n.2
Queen’s Sailors I 246: I’ll have you flogged over the breech of a gun, you son of a dog!at sonofabitch, n.
Queen’s Sailors III 4: I’ve heered a slave in the Brayzills say [...] that slavery was a thundering good thing for everybody wot hadn’t got no money.at thundering, adv.
Queen’s Sailors III 235: You’re one of them what’s-his-names wot believe in having another of the opposite sex always cruising about in search of them.at whatshisname, n.
Queen’s Sailors III 296: You, yahoos, I’d like to cheer some of you with the cat.at yahoo, n.1
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