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Quote from a parody of Thomas Campbell's 'The Exile of Erin' transcribed by Liam Ó [Dulchaointigh], Tintown No 3 Camp, who ascribes this version to Rudyard Kipling:
'There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin the dew on his thin robes was heavy and chill Ere the dust from his brogues he fully had shaken He was Member of Parliament introducing a Bill.
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.'
'A Token. So I send this little token With the heartiest good will Just to prove that I remember All who climb with me life's hill Just to prove that time can never Bonds of time sever That as years speed by we find They but more securely bind Ties of auld acquaintance still.
Verse transcribed by Jimmie Egan, Hut 25 ,of Henry Street, Tullamore:
'Where ever England's forces assemble on land on sea or in air We pray thee Oh Lord God of Battle to send all thy thunderbolts there Wherever her plotters are plotting Wherever her fortresses frown With thy vengeance as vivid as lightening Strike her down Oh Lord God! Strike her down.'