Notes by Seán McGuinness, T.D. (Kilbeggan), [Tintown Camp] who lists his destination as 'Unknown' :

'A United people proud and courageous cannot be reduced to slavery' . Also quotes Terence MacSwiney : 'men and measures may come and go but principles are eternal.'

Drawing by [D. J.] at Tintown Camp, of a rural village. Accompanying verse:

'Old scenes are apt to change
As time will age one's life
But remembrance is a tiny tack
Even thro years of strife.'

Signatures of A. Ó Caomhánaigh (Roscommon), Bertie McGetrick (Sligo), Philip Murray (Roscommon), E. Feely (Roscommon), Tom Roddy (Roscommon) and William Kehoe (Dublin).

Signature of Mícheál Ó Fearghail (Galway)

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 by Mícheál Ó Baoghaláin (Meath):

'Wherever the forces of crown assemble
Whether on land, or sea, or the air
Strike them down O Lord
Strike them down
And may their bones be ground into manure
And spread over the land to grow crops for the poor.'

Verse by Michael Keating, Dublin:

'When this you see
Remember me sawing wood
And all the time
Every fate defying
To escape if I could'

Unsigned watercolour of a burial cross with the inscription:
'In loving memory of Kevin Barry who died for Ireland Nov 2nd 1920'. Also captioned 'memory is the only friend that grieve [sic] can call its own.'

Quote transcribed by Frank McGuinness (Kilbeggan), Rath Camp:

Work Advice

'Work my friends, is the lot of man! Man was sent into this world to earn his living by the sweat of his brow. You didn't find Adam walking about the Garden of Eden with his hands in his pockets! '

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.