A certain Irishman was taken prisoner by the Huns. While he was standing alone, waiting to be assigned to his prison, or whatever fate awaited him, the Kaiser came up.
Hello, said the Kaiser. "Who have we here?"
I'm an Irishman, your honor.
Then he winked solemnly.
Oi say, he continued. "We didn't do a thing to you Germans, did we?
Eh, old chap?"
The Kaiser was horrified. Calling an orderly he said to him:
Take this blasphemer away and put a German uniform on him, and then bring him back.
Shortly the Irishman was returned, in a full German uniform.
Well, said the Kaiser, "maybe you feel better now. How is it?"
Pat grabbed him by the arm, and leaning over, whispered:
Oi say, we gave them Irish Hell, didn't we?