<> Hanna236 Part Three Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna236 Manuscript Ulsterman, Comic English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna236 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna236_0.jpg LHL Archive 229 a pint at the counter. The man glanced down at the dog. "Never saw it in me puff," he said. "There's a good man," said the boss "wheek it out for us, will ye?" The man looked at the boss for a moment, then set down his pint and catching Kipper by the scruff threw him out through a side door into the dark street. Petie had wormed his way into the inner ring around the singer. As the soldier ended amid the applause of his friends, Petie laid a hand on his chest. "Soldier - soldier, would ye sing us the Ould Orange Flute?" A silence fell on the pub. The claque stood frozen with their hands stretched out in the act of clapping. Men put their pints down on the counter silently without tasting them. From a dark snug at the top of the pub an old crone peered out, wiping the tony wine from her mouth with her shawl. The barman turned a frightened face to the boss. "Jesus, boss," he whispered "I ast him to sing no party songs!" The Guardsman stared down at Petie with a hard menacing frown. But as he searched the drunken wrinkled face of the old man the frown slowly cleared. He bent his knees until his face was level with Petie's. "No offence meant, old one?" he asked. He spoke in the clipped voice of an Ulsterman who had served overseas. Petie turned with a helpless gesture to the silent crowd around him. "Sure, what offence would I mean?" he asked. No one answered him. "Well," said the soldier loudly, drawing himself up, "You'll get your song." But he saw that he must placate his friend. "The ould cod means no harm," he laughed. The men lifted their drinks, turning their backs on him and Petie. With an air of bravado the soldier started to sing the Orange song. He sang it in a comic manner to purge it of offence, his eyes searching vainly for Text