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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 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'.
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.'