Sav

1982, Ronald Hugh Morrieson, NZ, Predicament, The Dunmore Press, page 68, “Well, I don′t know what you′ll think. I′m only saying this to show what you′ve all done for me, but last Christmas dinner I had cold savs.” There was silence and then Mervyn added with a break in his voice, “Saveloys. […] ”

‘Your turn today, Lil,’ he said. ‘Fish and chips for me. No, wait, I′ll have savs, faggots and pease pudding.’

The menu of the average fish and chip shop will also offer[…]battered savs/Pluto pups (these are basically saveloy sausages with a fried batter on a stick, dipped in tomato ketchup) as well as a choice of homemade marinated pickles.

Fuck that / I'd rather be the young sav on the track / Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes / 'Cause I'm the mack

Couple of savs around us smoking on gas in Ghana / I get the bag the commas shawty attached she want it

finished my first day of high school I'm a sav