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ohone, ochone, int. (n., v.)|əʊˈhəʊn, əʊˈxəʊn|
Forms: 5 ochane, 7 oh hone, O hoan, 7– O hone, 8– ohon, 9– ochone, och hone, ohone.
[a. Gael. and Ir. ochòin, oh! alas! Often erroneously analysed, as if it contained the Eng. O!]
A Scottish and Irish exclamation of lamentation.
c1480Henryson Test. Cres. 541 Ochane! Now is my breist with stormy stoundis stad. c1604I. C. Epigr. in Shaks. Cent. of Praise (1879) 63 He that made the Ballads of oh hone. 1621Burton Anat. Mel. ii. iii. v. (1651) 341 Houling O Hone, as those Irish women. 1685Whigs Lament. in Roxb. Ball. (1885) V. 534 What have the Whigs to say? O hone! O hone! Tories have got the day; O hone! O hone! 1714Ramsay Elegy J. Cowper i, John Cowper's dead—Ohon! Ohon! 1801Scott Glenfinlas i, ‘O hone a rie'! O hone a rie'!’ The pride of Albin's line is o'er. Note, O hone a rie' signifies—‘Alas for the prince, or chief’. 1816― Antiq. xx, Ohon! it's an ill feight whar he that wins has the warst o't. c1850in R. Ward Penguin Bk. Austral. Ballads (1964) 52 The trees grew so thick I couldn't find it, ochone,..So bothered and lost was poor Paddy Malone. 1861Trollope Tales of All Countries (ser. 1) 67, I could plainly hear poor Larry's head strike against the stone floor. ‘Ochone, ochone!’ he cried at the top of his voice. 1884D. Boucicault Shaughraun 20/1 Och hone!—my darlin' boy, it will be a grand day for you, but your poor ould mother will be left alone..och-o-o⁓hone! 1913W. B. Yeats Countess Cathleen in Poems 68 Ochone! The treasure room is broken in. 1919G. B. Shaw O'Flaherty V.C. in Heartbreak House 186 Ochone! ochone! my son's turned agen me. Oh whatll I do at all at all? 1920F. Scott Fitzgerald This Side of Paradise (1921) A Lament for a Foster Son... Ochone He is gone from me the son of my mind. 1939Joyce Finnegans Wake 277 His sevencoloured's soot (Ochone! Ochonal!).
b. as n.
a1680Butler Rem. (1759) I. 180 The Members..repeated the Oh-hones Of his Wild Irish and chromatic Tones. 1855Kingsley Westw. Ho! xi, They could now hear plainly the ‘Ochone, Ochonorie’, of some wild woman. 1977Irish Democrat Mar. 6/3 When Sarsfield sailed away I wept as I heard the wild ochone.
c. as v. intr.
1829G. Griffin Collegians III. xxxiii. 54 I'm ashamed o' myself, to be always..moaning and ochoning, among the neighbours. |