- IE OCL P29/52
- Part
- 11 January 1924
Note by Edward Dunne (Clonaslee, Laois), Tintown No 2 Camp:
'Give real champagne
to your best friends
Give real pain to your sham friends
Just a few from a bashful poet.'
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Note by Edward Dunne (Clonaslee, Laois), Tintown No 2 Camp:
'Give real champagne
to your best friends
Give real pain to your sham friends
Just a few from a bashful poet.'
Verse transcribed by Sean Whelan (Enniscorthy, Wexford), Tintown Camp, 'on the second day of the fight for freedom':
'Oh God! to have fought, to have won, to have died
Defending the old flag
By sweet Slaney side.
Quote from Terence MacSwiney transcribed by Joe Harrington, Internee 3544, Tintown Camp No 3:
'No physical victory can compensate for spiritual surrender'
Verse transcribed by Paddy Quinn (Kildare), Hut 11, Rath Camp:
'We're getting darn little to eat or drink
We're getting darn to ware
And we're all living wild now here in the clink
On the Curragh of Kildare
The margarine question is being discusted
And our own quarter of bread is now dry
If it is not soon settled our axles
will rust and then sure I'm damned, we must die.
Verse by T. P. Duke transcribed by Tomás Ó Dúigh (Clare), Rath Camp:
'The Strike
Act 1
A rush. A cheer. A bursting of doors
with bedboard or with spike
Locks flying in Air, Ah! it's the
Boys in camp have gone on strike
The Guard called out their wind is up
in vain they bawl and shout
but the Boys don't seem to mind them
in groups they walk about.'
Signatures of P. Ó Maille and Domhnall Ó Chaomh (Tipperary), at Tintown No 3 Camp.
Note by P. Ó Rioghardán, Tintown No 3 Camp:
'Did you hear anything? Yes. They can't keep us long now.'
Verse transcribed by Maggie Corcoran [on the death of her mother].
Verse transcribed by Maggie Corcoran, Harbour St Tullamore:
This book belongs to Maggie Corcoran
If thou art borrowed by a friend...'
Verse transcribed by Frank McGuinness (Kilbeggan), Hut 31, Rath Camp:
'Our Flag
We raised it up - no foot shall back
A step upon the forward track
For tis not in the days of wrath
When woe and darkness haunt our path
It is not when the gallows tree
Is decked with fruits of liberty -
That we should bend the knee or pull
Thee down 'Our homes beautiful'.