Quote from Eamon de Valera transcribed by Robert Daly, Hut 14, Tintown No 3 Camp:

'Soldiers of Liberty! Legion of the rearguard! Let not sorrow overwhelm you. Your efforts and the sacrifices if your dead comrades in this forlorn hope have saved the nations honour and kept open the road to independence.'

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.'

Note transcribed by Seoirse MacUistin, Hut 5, Tintown Camp:

The momentous hour is nigh:- tomorrow we begin'

Note by Jimmie Egan (O'Carroll St, Tullamore), Hut 25, C Company, Rath Camp:

'In your golden chain of friendship, consider me a link (the missing one!)'

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 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.'

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.'