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‘Mystery of Gilgal’ Pike County Ballads 25: He went for his ’leven inch bowie knife: [...] They carved in a way that all admired.at carve, v.
‘Mystery of Gilgal’ Pike County Ballads 25: He went for his ’leven inch bowie knife: [...] They carved in a way that all admired. ‘Banty Tim’ in Pike County Ballads 22: Now dog my cats ef I kin see, [...] What youve got to do with the question Ef Tim shill go or stay.at dog my cat(s)/doggone/hide/melts! (excl.) under dog, v.2
‘Jim Bludso’ Pike County Ballads 15: But he never flunked, and he never lied, I reckon he never knowd how.at flunk, v.
‘Jim Bludso’ Pike County Ballads 17: I’ll hold her nozzle agin the bank Till the last galoot’s ashore.at galoot, n.
‘Little Breeches’ Pike County Ballads 13: I don’t go much on religion [...] I don’t pan out on the prophets And free-will, and that sort of thing – But I b’lieve in God and the angels.at go, v.
‘Banty Tim’ in Pike County Ballads 24: He’ll wrastle his hash to-night in hell.at wrestle one’s hash (v.) under hash, n.1
‘Little Breeches’ Pike County Ballads (1897) 12: Hell-to-split over the prairie Went team, Little Breeches and all.at hell to split (adv.) under hell, n.
‘Banty Tim’ in Pike County Ballads 21: The nigger has got to mosey From the limits o’ Spunky P’int!at mosey, v.
‘Little Breeches’ Pike County Ballads 13: I don’t go much on religion [...] I don’t pan out on the prophets And free-will, and that sort of thing – But I b’lieve in God and the angels.at pan, v.1
‘Mystery of Gilgal’ Pike County Ballads 25: They piled the stiffs outside the door; They made, I reckon, a cord or more.at stiff, n.1
‘Banty Tim’ in Pike County Ballads 22: It gravels me like the devil to train Along o’ sich fools as you.at train (with), v.
‘Mystery of Gilgal’ Pike County Ballads 24: Says he, ‘Young man, the tribe of Phinns Know their own whiskey-skins!’.at whisky-skin (n.) under whisky, n.
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