1992 (or 1970?), Percy Janes, House of Hate, page 144:
"Even this young tallywack. I might just as well be talkin' to the stove." In a frenzy of exasperation and with an expression of concentrated loathing, he then jumped up and hustled me into the hall [...]
Al Sawyer stuck out his tongue and pretended to reach toward his pocket. I closed my book and put it on the steps. "Hit a bump with his horse and stick his tallywack up his nose." That was Stevie Green who never talked much.
1965, Reinhold Niebuhr (editor), Mississippi Black Paper: Fifty-Seven Negro and White Citizens' Testimony of Police Brutality, the Breakdown of Law and Order and the Corruption of Justice in Mississippi:
I have made several omissions that I now recall, such as his threatening that we had better not answer him and that he had a car full of men that would beat us if we didn't open the door (when he came around to the side that I was seated on). As he stood on this side of the car I also saw a tallywack (heavy, lead-loaded, leather-coated weapon). Signed: L Cress.
1898, Edith Œnone Somerville and Martin Ross, Some Experiences of an Irish R.M., as published in the Badminton Magazine of Sports and Pastimes, volume VII:
'God forgive me, I never seen one I'd hate as much as that sweep!' she began; 'he's these three hours — arrah, what, three hours! — no, but all night, raising tallywack and tandem round the house to get at the chimbleys.' 'Well, for heaven's sake let him get at the chimneys and let me go to sleep,' I answered.