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Quote by Eamon De Valera transcribed by Conn Ua Buachalla, Internee 1119, Hut 25, Rath:

'Cuimhnuigadh! Teanga gan saoirse is fearr iona saoirse gan teanga'

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'

Signatures of John O'Flaherty (Donegal), William Baxter (Dublin), John J FitzPatrick (Dublin) and Denis Walsh (Tullamore, Offaly), all from Hut 40.

Verse transcribed by T. J. Casey, Hut 28:

'The R.I.C.

Many lands have slaves and traitors who would sell their race for gold
Who would lead the greedy wild beast, on the unprotected fold
But the meanest vilest wretch of all that curse the Earth today
Is the Irish-born slaveling who would fight in England's pay'

Popular verse transcribed by 'M.B.C.' [Margaret B. Corcoran] on the subject of public houses:

'Within this hive we're all alive
With Beamish sweet as honey
If you are dry, step up and try
But don't forget the money.'

Popular verse on the subject of public houses, transcribed by 'M.B.C.', [Maggie B. Corcoran].

'The Publican's Alphabet

A is the Alehouse the turnpike to sin
B is the Bottle the liquer is in
C is the Cads in that bar room so merry
D is the Dupes that begins drinking sherry...

....Z is Zig Zag or Drinking Man's Stagger.'

Verse by Thomas Davis transcribed by Edmond Hourigan (Cork City), Tintown No. 3 Camp:

'We must not fail, we must not fail,
However fraud or force assail,
By Honour, Pride and policy
By Heaven, itself we must be free.'

Signature of Séamus Ó Riain, tintown No 3 Camp, with the note:

'An séadh lá de'n stailc' (the sixth day of [hunger] strike).

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.

Verse transcribed by M.B.C. (Maggie B. Corcoran) at Harbour St, Tullamore

'Maggie Corcoran is my name
Limerick is my native place
When I am dead and in my grave
And all my bones are rotten
This little book will tell my name
When I am quite forgotten.'