- IE OCL P29/58
- Part
- 20 October 1923
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 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 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 by Denis (Dinny) Pender, Internee 1076, Hut 26:
'You have asked me to write in your Auts
But I don't know where to begin
For there's nothing original in me
Except for original sin'
Verses transcribed by Maggie Corcoran on the subject of public houses:
'Bee Hive Public House
It's in this hive we're all alive
Good liqueur makes us funny.
If you be dry step in and try
The flavour of our honey
Your bees are asps, they sting like wasps
Your liqueur is adulterated and anyone that
resorts this house their misery is completed. '
Verse transcribed by Maggie Corcoran [on the death of her mother].
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.'
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.