The divil gut 'im like a herrin'!
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
Her own masterful carriage and unembarrassed mode of speech-"as if all London belonged to her," Charles afterwards described it-drew the stares of the passers-by; stares which she misinterpreted, for in the gut of the Strand, a few paces beyond Somerset House, she suddenly twirled the lad about and "Bless us, child, your eye's enough to frighten the town!
"Hetty Wesley"
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
No-can't a be neyther: seein' he ha' got charge o' the keys, and may cram his gut whensomever he pleezes.
"The White Gauntlet"
Mayne Reid