1837 C. Dickens xl. 438 He wos in there as usual, alone vith a wery old friend of his, as wos on the lock, ven he says all of a sudden, ‘I ain't seen the market outside..for seventeen year.’ ‘I know you ain't,’ says the turnkey, smoking his pipe.
1857 C. Dickens ii. xix. 489 Will you go and see if Bob is on the lock!