- IE OCL P29/5
- Parte
- 1921
Verse by Michael Keating, Dublin:
'When this you see
Remember me
sawing wood
All fates defying
Seriously trying
To escape if I could'
Verse by Michael Keating, Dublin:
'When this you see
Remember me
sawing wood
All fates defying
Seriously trying
To escape if I could'
Verse by 'B. J. M. ', Hut 26, Rath Camp:
'Oft as I've lain in my hut at night
And through the roof the rain came pouring
Then I've tucked the clothes around my head
And joined the chorus snoring'
Quote by Sir Walter Scott transcribed by Kieran Temple, Hut 28:
'Breathes there a man with soul so dead
Who ne'er to himself has said
This is my own; my native land'
Verses transcribed Padraic Ó Briain, Rath Camp:
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.
Painting of a pair of slippered feet and a cat in front of a fireplace. Entitled 'My thoughts go wandering home. Visions of Comfort' by J. Halpin (Drogheda), Rath Camp.
Verse by Pádraig Ó Treasaigh (Laois):
'We meet again, the master and the student
The one a sadder but a wiser man, the other still imprudent
But age and youth, have one same thought
That Erin's soul shall ne'er be bought.
Soon may her Freedom's star arise
And soon may be her foe's demise.
Then you and I from fetters free
Shall haste to Leix and Offaly.
But we together shall come again
As free, unfettered, unshackled men.
And then we'll fill and quaff the glass
That ours and Erin's dawn has come at last.'
Signature of Mícheál Ó Fearghail (Galway)
Verse from internee No 1065, Joseph Lee, Hut 26:
'I wished I was a little Duck
All swimming on a lake
And I beside you swimming too
A faithful little drake.'
Verse from Internee No 832, James Donegan, No 9 Tent B Company:
'O would the God above
Send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throat of those English dogs,
That shot our Irish leaders'
Also a joke from Thomas McGivinchy: 'Happy is the man who sits on a wasp's nest, for he shall rise again.'
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.'