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Chapter 9
SincethepooroldwomantoldusthattheFrenchwereontheseaandlandedatKillala.
—Ay,saysJohnWyse.WefoughtfortheroyalStuartsthatrenegedusagainsttheWilliamitesandtheybetrayedus.RememberLimerickandthebrokentreatystone.WegaveourbestbloodtoFranceandSpain,thewildgeese.Fontenoy,eh?AndSarsfieldandO’Donnell,dukeofTetuaninSpain,andUlyssesBrowneofCamusthatwasfieldmarshaltoMariaTeresa.Butwhatdidweevergetforit?
—TheFrench!saysthecitizen.Setofdancingmasters!Doyouknowwhatitis?TheywereneverwortharoastedfarttoIreland.Aren’ttheytryingtomakeanEntentecordialenowatTayPay’sdinnerpartywithperfidiousAlbion?FirebrandsofEuropeandtheyalwayswere.
—ConspuezlesFrançais,saysLenehan,nobblinghisbeer.
—AndasfortheProoshiansandtheHanoverians,saysJoe,haven’twehadenoughofthosesausageeatingbastardsonthethronefromGeorgetheelectordowntotheGermanladandtheflatulentoldbitchthat’sdead?
Jesus,Ihadtolaughatthewayhecameoutwiththatabouttheoldonewiththewinkersonher,blinddrunkinherroyalpalaceeverynightofGod,oldVic,withherjorumofmountaindewandhercoachmancartingherupbodyandbonestorollintobedandshepullinghimbythewhiskersandsinginghimoldbitsofsongsaboutEhrenontheRhineandcomewherethebooseischeaper.
—Well,saysJ.J.WehaveEdwardthepeacemakernow.
—Tellthattoafool,saysthecitizen.There’sabloodysightmorepoxthanpaxaboutthatboyo.
