Twas a saucy business surely, and one that, in an older time, might well have put County Donegal up in arms and stained the waters of Lough Swilly pink with men's blood. Yonder they came, eight men of England's navy and that same young duke that married the king's daughter, strolling bold as brass into free Eire. "We want a navy snack," says they, marching into the Green Bay at Buncrana. "We want a typical navy snack, with plenty of steak and chips and don't say nothin' to anyone about the dook." Then off they go to the local for...
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