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Quote from Terence MacSwiney transcribed by Joe Harrington, Internee 3544, Tintown Camp No 3:

'No physical victory can compensate for spiritual surrender'

Signatures of P. Ó Maille and Domhnall Ó Chaomh (Tipperary), at Tintown No 3 Camp.

Note by P. Ó Rioghardán, Tintown No 3 Camp:

'Did you hear anything? Yes. They can't keep us long now.'

Verse transcribed by P. Bracken, Internee 3362 (Clonaslee, Laois), Hut 12, Tintown Camp:

'Remember me when this you see
Remember me forever
And don't forget the days we spent
in Tintown together'

Verse transcribed by M. Galvin, Tintown No 3 Camp:

'Silent and cold thou art now at rest
'Neath the sanctified sod, in the land thou loved best
Thro' tears and thro' sighs we think of the same
That the traitors have placed on Ireland's fair name
Oh! Rory O Connor thy name and thy story
Are engraved in our hearts and crowned there with glory.
Tho' thy pulse has stopped beating thy shade is to-day
With the loved ones who perished that old
Ireland might say
Tho' grim death awaits us we'll have not a sigh
For our own motto is Freedom for that Freedom we'll die
On the green sod of Erin, our life's blood will flow
Until Ireland a nation conquers the foe.'

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.'

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.

Quote by Terence MacSwiney transcribed by J. Hickey, Monstown, Cork:

'Death for some is in reserve
Before our flag can fly.'

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'.

Verse transcribed by Vincent Burke, Hut 12, No 3 Tintown camp:

'What is life?
Ah who can say!
Clouds upon a summer day
Gone tomorrow, here today
Gift of heaven come to stay
Who can say?

What is death
Ah no-one knows!
Words that cease and eyes that close
Something sweeter that repose
Just away that each one goes
Where God knows!

What is Love?
Ah who can tell!
Sometimes heaven, sometimes hell
Neither wholly ill or well
All would buy, but who can sell?
Who can tell?