From he who sits upon the Sacred Stool before the Great Bar at the Most Holy Shrine to the Great JuJu & Pub.

To the valiant Leprechaun forces in the field--

Even though provinces and many old and famous pubs have fallen or may fall into the effeminate grip of those pointy-eared rat bastards and all the odious apparatus of Elvin rule, we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in the provinces, we shall fight on the lakes and rivers, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength, we shall defend our pubs and all you can eat buffets, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; wherever we can gain an unfair advantage, we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, our lands or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then we shall go beyond the seas, and freeload on our neighbors and forget the struggle, until, in The Great JuJu’s good time, we over stay our welcome and are tossed out and are forced back to liberate that which was taken from us.

"Belch"