"Keep the durned millingtary step. We fall. Bishops boosebox. Halt! Heave to. Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wow, my tootsies! You hurt? Most amazingly sorry!" (U14.1462)
"Query. Who's astanding this here do? Proud possessor of damnall. Declare misery. Bet to the ropes. Me nantee saltee. Not a red at me this week gone." (U14.1465)
"Yours? Mead of our fathers for the Übermensch. Dittoh. Five number ones. You, sir? Ginger cordial. Chase me, the cabby's caudle. Stimulate the caloric. Winding of his ticker. Stopped short never to go again when the old." (U14.1467)
"Absinthe for me, savvy?" (U14.1470)
"Caramba! Have an eggnog or a prairie oyster. Enemy? Avuncular's got my timepiece. Ten to. Obligated awful. Don't mention it. Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix? Pos fact." (U14.1470)
"Got bet be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten. Digs up near the Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yup, sartin I do. Full of a dure." (U14.1472)
"See her in her dishybilly. Peels off a credit. Lovey lovekin. None of your lean kine, not much." (U14.1475)
"Pull down the blind, love." ([U14.1476])
This is a song from the 1870s.
I got the words from the book:
Good Old-Time Songs No. 3 Containing a Choice Collection of 173 Songs
Published by Wehman Bros, New York, 1914.
This is a song from the 1870s.
I got the words from the book:
Good Old-Time Songs No. 3 Containing a Choice Collection of 173 Songs
Published by Wehman Bros, New York, 1914.
Oh well!
"Two Ardilauns. Same here. Look slippery. If you fall don't wait to get up. Five, seven, nine. Fine! Got a prime pair of mincepies, no kid. And her take me to rests and her anker of rum. Must be seen to be believed. Your starving eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart," (U14.1476)
"Sir? Spud again the rheumatiz? All poppycock, you'll scuse me saying. For the hoi polloi. I vear thee beest a gert vool. Well, doc? Back fro Lapland? Your corporosity sagaciating OK?" (U14.1480)
"O gluepot." (U14.1480)
"How's the squaws and papooses? Womanbody after going on the straw? Stand and deliver. Password. There's hair. Ours the white death and the ruddy birth. Hi! Spit in your own eye, boss! Mummer's wire. Cribbed out of Meredith. Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! Aunty mine's writing Pa Kinch. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi.
Hurroo! Collar the leather, youngun. Roun wi the nappy.." (U14.1483)
Hurroo! Collar the leather, youngun. Roun wi the nappy.." (U14.1483)
"Here, Jock braw Hielentman's your barleybree." (U14.1489)
The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata by the Scottish poet Robert Burns has a chorus:
Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!
Sing ho my braw John Highlandman!
There's not a lad in a' the lan'
Was match for my John Highlandman.
The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata by the Scottish poet Robert Burns has a chorus:
Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!
Sing ho my braw John Highlandman!
There's not a lad in a' the lan'
Was match for my John Highlandman.
"Lang may your lum reek and your kailpot boil! My tipple. Merci. Here's to us. How's that? Leg before wicket. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Give's a shake of peppe, you there. Catch aholt. Caraway seed to carry away. Twig? Shrieks of silence. Every cove to his gentry mort. Venus Pandemos. " (U14.1490)
"Les petites femmes. Bold bad girl from the town of Mullingar. Tell her I was axing at her. Hauding Sara by the wame. On the road to Malahide. Me? If she who seduced me had left but the name. What do you want for ninepence? Machree, Macruiskeen. Smutty Moll for a mattress jig. And a pull alltogether. Ex!" (U14.1494)