Tony was telling me about a time when they went over the border. Everyone going to shoot a policeman, couldn’t hold them back, going to declare the North under the tricolor. They get over the border, pockets filled with homemade bombs, hand grenades and gelignite. Then they meet a policeman. There are forty of them and one policeman and he comes over and says, ’ere, ’ere, this ’ere is King’s land, now behave yourselves or I’ll have to lock the whole lot of ye up. They all get long faces, roll up the tricolor, put away the bombs and go into the first pub and get drunk, with the policeman with
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