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I once met a Belfast-born and raised Catholic Unionist. Given when he grew up, it's a damn wonder he survived to adulthood. For that matter, it's a minor miracle he didn't grow up with an intense case of self-loathing. His son played on Alexander's last hockey team, and at the post-season party, he was pouring black-and-tans for anyone who'd drink 'em. I found out his alliances completely by accident, when I started singing "Come Out Ye Black and Tans" while we was serving 'em.

Lift High the Starry Plough and Sing a Song of Freedom....