"My painful duty has now been done. God save the king!" (U15.4557)
"EDWARD THE SEVENTH
(Dances slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket, and sings with soft contentment.)
On coronation day, on coronation day,
O, won't We have a merry time,
Drinking whisky, beer and wine!" (U15.4559)
"PRIVATE CARR
Here. What are you saying about my king?

STEPHEN
(Throws up his hands.) O, this is too monotonous! Nothing. He wants my money and my life, though want must be his master, for some brutish empire of his. Money I haven't. (He searches his pockets vaguely.) Gave it to someone.

PRIVATE CARR
Who wants your bleeding money?

STEPHEN
(Tries to move off.) Will someone tell me where I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Ça se voit aussi à Paris. Not that I... But by Saint Patrick...!" (U15.4565)
"(The women's heads coalesce. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a toadstool, the deathflower of the potato blight on her breast.)" (15.4578)
"STEPHEN
Aha! I know you, gammer! Hamlet, revenge! The old sow that eats her farrow!

OLD GUMMY GRANNY
(rocking to and fro) Ireland's sweetheart, the king of Spain's daughter, alanna. Strangers in my house, bad manners to them! (she keens with banshee woe) Ochone! Ochone! Silk of the kine! (she wails) You met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand?" (U15.4581)
"STEPHEN
How do I stand you? The hat trick! Where's the third person of the Blessed Trinity? Soggarth Aroon? The reverend Carrion Crow.

CISSY CAFFREY
(Shrill.) Stop them from fighting!

A ROUGH
Our men retreated." (U15.4589)
"I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king."

BLOOM
(terrified) He said nothing. Not a word. A pure misunderstanding.

PRIVATE COMPTON
Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He's a proBoer.

STEPHEN
Did I? When?" (U15.4598)
"BLOOM

(to the redcoats) We fought for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. Isn't that history? Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Honoured by our monarch.

THE NAVVY

(staggering past) O, yes! O God, yes! O, make the kwawr a krowawr! O! Bo!

(Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spearpoints." (U15.4605)
"Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his breast bright with medals, toes the line. He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of the knights templars.)

MAJOR TWEEDY

(growls gruffly) Rorke's Drift! Up, guards, and at them! Mahar shalal hashbaz." U15.4612)
"THE CITIZEN

Erin go bragh!

(Major Tweedy and the Citizen exhibit to each other medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds. Both salute with fierce hostility.)

PRIVATE CARR

I'll do him in.

PRIVATE COMPTON
(moves the crowd back) Fair play, here. Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger.

(Massed bands blare Garryowen and God save the king.)" (U15.4620)

From Wikipedia: Erin Go Bragh is the Anglicization of a Gaelic phrase used to express allegiance to Ireland. It is most often translated as 'Ireland Forever.'
... here mocked in an anti-Irish PC from the USA (1906).
"CISSY CAFFREY
They're going to fight. For me!

CUNTY KATE
The brave and the fair." (U15.4631)
"DISTANT VOICES
Dublin's burning! Dublin's burning! On fire, on fire!" (U15.4659)
"Laughing witches in red cutty sarks ride through the air on broomsticks. Quakerlyster plasters blisters. It rains dragons' teeth. Armed heroes spring up from furrows. They exchange in amity the pass of knights of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt," (U15.4678)
"Justin M'Carthy against Parnell," (U15.4684)
"Arthur Griffith" (U15.4685)

(Image courtesy of Neal Pistole)