| Bring my one along to the underground? |
LEADMINE |
| Can it be Buster that has a little brother, not an officer? |
BRONCO |
| Corresponding to a hundred and twenty-one, by the sound of it |
ONETOONE |
| Father's little bird is too old for that sort of thing |
PASTIT |
| Get somewhere below ten back to her |
NETHER |
| His work is all right, by the sound of it |
AUTHOR |
| How abrasive to have a firm sprint back to the mud! |
CORUNDUM |
| How I'm back in a sacred setting - there's a moral to that |
HOMILY |
| How one knows it's cold, by the sound of it |
SNEEZE |
| How one takes things as a matter of course |
EATS |
| How the South tried to get overt but hidden |
STROVE |
| If you don't know where you are, go half way along the street and then cross it |
STRANGER |
| If you get it down to little bits, 'e is a catty sort of fellow |
ATOMISE |
| Is that how you get shed in the Ouse? |
OUTHOUSE |
| It's for the North to make nothing of the mountains |
ORANGE |
| Just look at five hundred minus - that'll never give you the pip |
SEEDLESS |
