I just finished reading Shannon by Frank Delaney. A shell shocked American chaplain takes a trip to Ireland to find his roots in the 1920s. He meets many interesting Irish people along the way. I especially enjoyed the translations from Irish English to English such as:
"Loby, what's wrong with your hand?" said yet another to the barman. Meaning, You, barman, nicknamed Loby on account of your one earlobe, why aren't you pouring a drink for this visitor?
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