My word! I'm all of a mucksweatOliver Goldsmith, The Vicar of Wakefield, Chapter 9: "After the dance had continued about an hour, the two ladies, who were apprehensive of catching cold, moved to break up the ball. One of them, I thought, expressed her sentiments upon this occasion in a very coarse manner, when she observed, that by the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat."
