
‘Ulster American’ Is a Bawdy Send Up of Progressive Pieties — and an Irreverent Inquiry Into Irishness
By A.R. HOFFMAN
|The poet might have been able to withstand the allure of a singer’s eyes, and he might have been able to hold out against her beautiful voice, but the combination leaves him undone.

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By A.R. HOFFMAN
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By MATTHEW RICE
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By SHARON KEHNEMUI
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