| balm | But a lovely mummer! |
| whit | What harm is that? |
| lats | Look at the sea. |
| bast | Better ask Seymour that. |
| hats | Hockey at ten, sir. |
| paca | Pardoned a classical allusion. |
| posh | Percentage of salted horses. |
| docs | Dictates of common sense. |
| coots | Come out of them, Stephen. |
| bint | Beauty is not there. |
| swims | See what I meant, see? |
| taka | Take all, keep all. |
| dome | Dog of my enemy. |
| cots | Cup of tea soon. |
| haen | Ham and eggs, no. |
| halo | He approached Larry O'Rourke's. |
| ways | What are you singing? |
| isms | It suits me splendid. |
| mash | Make a summerhouse here. |
| tass | Then a sigh: silence. |
| rood | Relics of old decency. |
| hays | How are you, Simon? |
| laity | Learn anything if taken young. |
| hahs | Has anybody here seen? |
| lumps | Let us, Mr Power said. |
| qaid | Queen Anne is dead. |
| ichs | I could have said. |
| tofts | Tourists over for the show. |
| wats | What about that, Simon? |
| lits | Life is too short. |
| wast | Wetherup always said that. |
| wits | Where is the spirituality? |
| rocs | Rows of cast steel. |
| taos | The ace of spades! |
| cage | Cook and general, exc. |
| cosh | Cunning old Scotch hunks. |
| sals | Swagger around livery stables. |
| odes | Other dying every second. |
| soda | Same old dingdong always. |
| site | Sloping into the Empire. |
| twit | That's witty, I think. |
| sots | Sardines on the shelves. |
| jabot | Just a bite or two. |
| highs | Haines is gone, he said. |
| whom | We have our meeting. |
| gied | Glooria in excelsis Deo. |
| amid | A most instructive discussion. |
| oafs | O, a few shillings. |
| hiss | He is, Stephen said. |
| gams | Good afternoon, Mrs Sheehy. |
| sits | Say it's turn six. |
| sods | Scott of Dawson street. |
| teths | Twopence each, the huckster said. |
| roti | Reuben of that ilk. |
| game | gold asked more eagerly. |
| spar | She passed a remark. |
| goby | Go on, blast you! |
| wait | Which air is that? |
| sites | Souse in the ear sometimes. |
| hahs | he asked her, smiled. |
| thaw | Three holes, all women. |
| gids | Goddess I didn't see. |
| note | Nations of the earth. |
| wyns | What's your name, sir? |
| gits | Gerty is Tommy's sweetheart. |
| drat | Dislike rough and tumble. |
| chart | Children's hands always round them. |
| butt | Bag under their tails. |
| tans | Two and nine, sir. |
| lost | Like our small talk. |
| tact | Tell a cram, that. |
| caca | Cut and come again. |
| loss | Love's old sweet song. |
| slap | Stinks like a polecat. |
| halo | Half a league onward! |
| lota | Lily of the alley. |
| plus | Pyjamas, let us say? |
| bota | But of this apart. |
| loss | Love's old sweet song. |
| fats | FLORRY: And the song? |
| mots | Monks of the screw. |
| diss | Do it standing, sir! |
| weel | We eat electric light. |
| icky | I could kiss you. |
| shit | STEPHEN: How is that? |
| star | SIMON: That's all right. |
| naos | Noble art of selfpretence. |
| bots | Bottles out there, say. |
| oats | one asked the sailor. |
| airs | Am I right, skipper? |
| bots | Beware of the steamroller. |
| narc | Name, age, race, creed. |
| rive | rules is very easy. |