Verse transcribed by Vincent Burke, Hut 12, No 3 Tintown camp:

'What is life?
Ah who can say!
Clouds upon a summer day
Gone tomorrow, here today
Gift of heaven come to stay
Who can say?

What is death
Ah no-one knows!
Words that cease and eyes that close
Something sweeter that repose
Just away that each one goes
Where God knows!

What is Love?
Ah who can tell!
Sometimes heaven, sometimes hell
Neither wholly ill or well
All would buy, but who can sell?
Who can tell?

Note entitled 'Fifth Day of Hunger Strike' by Thomas [Barclay], Druncomndra, Dublin:

'One thing that gives a tyrant his power is that he has the means to justify his tyranny'.

Verse transcribed by Séamus Ó Faoláin (Tullamore), Hut 12, Camp 3, Tintown:

'But the youngest, he speaks out bold and clearly
I have no ties of children or of wife
Let me die, but spare mu brother,
Who is more dearly loved by me than life.'

Quote from Pádraig Pearse transcribed by Tom Watkins, No 3 Camp, Tintown:

'There are in every generation those who make the ultimate sacrifice with joy and laughter, and these are the salt of the generations, the heroes, who stand midway between God and man.'

Note by Padraig Ó Beolain (Patrick Boland), Ballycumber, in Hut 12, Tintown:

'Níl aon teinteáin mar do theinteán féin'

Quote from Oliver Goldsmith transcribed by Patrick Boland (Castletown, Ballycumber, Offaly), Tintown No 3 Camp

'The patriots flatter still shall wisdom find
An equal portion dealt to all mankind'

Quote from Pádraig Pearse transcribed by Pádraig Ó Catháin (Carlow), the Long Hut, Tintown Camp:

'We know only one definition of freedom - it is Tone's definition, it is Mitchell's definition, it is Rossa's definition. Let no man blaspheme the cause which the dead generations of Ireland have served by calling it by any other name and definition, than by their name and definition.'

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.'

Note transcribed by Pádraig S. MacGioraidh, Hut 5, Tintown (Baile Stáin):

Ná déan dearmad - 'Sí Éire ár dtír agus níl saoirsin againn fós. No one can be base now to barter away that for which our noblest have given up their lives and so though the moment is dark and the world unheeding, confident of the final success, with calm deliberation let us face the the future ready to endure whatever yet may be necessary to win for those who come after us the priceless boon of permanent peace and secure liberty in their native land. 'Ní neart go cur le chéile'.

Verse transcribed by Walter Mitchell (Offaly) entitled 'Arithmetic'.