You may meet me with my satchel at my back; not with a shining, but a whindling, Lackadaisy, green-sickness face; blubbering a month's sorrow, after having been flogged by my master, beaten by my chum, and dropped my plum cake in the kennel.
"Anna St. Ives"
Thomas Holcroft
With these words she advanced to the bed, in which he lay, and, finding the sheets cold, exclaimed, Good Lackadaisy!
"The Adventures of Roderick Random"
Tobias Smollett