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Verse transcribed by Frank McGuinness (Kilbeggan), Hut 31, Rath Camp:
'Our Flag
We raised it up - no foot shall back A step upon the forward track For tis not in the days of wrath When woe and darkness haunt our path It is not when the gallows tree Is decked with fruits of liberty - That we should bend the knee or pull Thee down 'Our homes beautiful'.
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.
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.'
Quote from George Washington, transcribed by Pat McCarthy, Hut No 14, Tintown No 3 Camp:
'It is too probable that no plans we propose will be adopted. Perhaps another dreadful conflict is to be sustained. If, to please the people we offer, what we ourselves disapprover, how can we afterwards defend our work? Let us raise a standard to which the wise and honest can repair; the event is in the hand of God.'
Verse by T. P. Duke transcribed by Tomás Ó Dúigh (Clare), Rath Camp:
'The Strike Act 1 A rush. A cheer. A bursting of doors with bedboard or with spike Locks flying in Air, Ah! it's the Boys in camp have gone on strike The Guard called out their wind is up in vain they bawl and shout but the Boys don't seem to mind them in groups they walk about.'
Verse transcribed by Paddy Quinn (Kildare), Hut 11, Rath Camp:
'We're getting darn little to eat or drink We're getting darn to ware And we're all living wild now here in the clink On the Curragh of Kildare The margarine question is being discusted And our own quarter of bread is now dry If it is not soon settled our axles will rust and then sure I'm damned, we must die.