The Prince of Cork
Cromwell's army were sweeping across Erin's Isle, crushing all before them.
But they suddenly came to a grinding halt outside Cork city.
'What's the problem?' demanded Cromwell.
'It's Big Mick the Prince of Cork, he's over the hill in a cave and we can't
winkle him out!' Just then Big Mick's voice bellowed: 'Oliver. Send in your toughest
man to face me!' So in was sent a sergeant who stood 6 foot 8 inches and weighed
2001bs, armed to the teeth with sword, knife and pistols.
Ten seconds later a great cry of anguish was heard, followed by Big Mick shouting:
'He's a pussy cat, Oliver - send in your five next toughest men!'
In rode five armour-clad Ironsides, lances, swords and guns. A terrible screaming
and wailing followed and again they heard Big Mick:
'Come on, Ollie me boy - send in twenty of your toughest!'
Off rode the twenty, preceded by a salvo of cannon and a volley of musket
fire. Again, a great screaming was heard followed by the sight of one Roundhead,
bleeding head to foot. He crawled towards Cromwell gasping:
'Sire, don't send in any more men. It's a trap - there's two of them!'