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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'
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 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'.
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 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.'
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.'