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Verse transcribed by M. Galvin, Hut 5, Tintown No. 3 Camp,
'Keep me in your memory I dare not ask for more We may not meet as we have met When prison life is o'er Your path and mine may be In future far apart Time may bring a change of scenes But not a change of heart.
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.'
Quote from a parody of Thomas Campbell's 'The Exile of Erin' transcribed by Liam Ó [Dulchaointigh], Tintown No 3 Camp, who ascribes this version to Rudyard Kipling:
'There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin the dew on his thin robes was heavy and chill Ere the dust from his brogues he fully had shaken He was Member of Parliament introducing a Bill.
They lost! But O! They conquer These men who their land would save A firing party at break of day. And a tasty quick-lime grave.
But think not of them with scorn Nor mourn for the cause they died This death saved Ireland's honour What mattered all else beside.
We've been told twas a failure by those that ne'er understood How the new born soul of Erin was baptised in martyrs' blood And to all who crave for freedom, as the world its meaning know, I give them this little story The story of Glorious Easter Week.
Verse transcribed by Walter A. Mitchell (Rahan, Offaly), Hut 3, Tintown No.2 Camp:
Just a greeting from a comrade Who lies in chains with you To show you that a gloomy past Did not our souls subdue May all the pleasures which this world To freeman's life, doth give Be yours in all your future days When slaves no more shall live.'
Verse transcribed by Internee 1537, D Company, Hut 31, Patrick J. Daly (Tullamore, Offaly):
'Lloyd George no doubt when his life ebbs out Will ride in a fiery chariot He will sit in state on a red hot plate 'Twixt the Devil and Judas Iscariot Annanias that day to the Devil will say My Presidency here has failed So move up higher Away from the fire And make room for the liar from Wales.'