[{"node":{"title":"Hanna236","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna236","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ulsterman, Comic","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna236","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna236_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff229\n\na pint at the counter. The man glanced down at the\ndog. \"Never saw it in me puff,\" he said. \"There's\na good man,\" said the boss \"wheek it out for us, will\nye?\" The man looked at the boss for a moment, then\nset down his pint and catching Kipper by the scruff\nthrew him out through a side door into the dark street.\n\nPetie had wormed his way into the inner ring\naround the singer. As the soldier ended amid the\napplause of his friends, Petie laid a hand on his\nchest. \"Soldier - soldier, would ye sing us the Ould\nOrange Flute?\" A silence fell on the pub. The claque\nstood frozen with their hands stretched out in the act\nof clapping. Men put their pints down on the counter\nsilently without tasting them. From a dark snug at\nthe top of the pub an old crone peered out, wiping\nthe tony wine from her mouth with her shawl.\n\nThe barman turned a frightened face to the boss.\n\"Jesus, boss,\" he whispered \"I ast him to sing no party\nsongs!\" The Guardsman stared down at Petie with a\nhard menacing frown. But as he searched the drunken\nwrinkled face of the old man the frown slowly cleared.\nHe bent his knees until his face was level with Petie's.\n\"No offence meant, old one?\" he asked. He spoke in\nthe clipped voice of an Ulsterman who had served overseas.\nPetie turned with a helpless gesture to the silent\ncrowd around him. \"Sure, what offence would I mean?\"\nhe asked. No one answered him. \"Well,\" said the\nsoldier loudly, drawing himself up, \"You'll get your\nsong.\" But he saw that he must placate his friend.\n\n\"The ould cod means no harm,\" he laughed. The men\nlifted their drinks, turning their backs on him and\nPetie. With an air of bravado the soldier started\nto sing the Orange song. He sang it in a comic manner\nto purge it of offence, his eyes searching vainly for\n","Type":"Text"}}]