crikey

Crikey, you'd look mighty fine stuck up against a wall with half a dozen bloomin' Prussian rifles looking at yer.

To this homily the bandy-legged boy listened with his red cheeks artificially distended, and occasional murmurs of “Crikey!”

Crikey, you should 'a seen 'im come a cropper on his nut down them new steps.

Nobody aint ever broke out of this jail yet, and by crikey, they wont, as long as Im the keeper!