- IE OCL P29/43
- Part
- 6 November 1923
Note by Padraig Ó Beolain (Patrick Boland), Ballycumber, in Hut 12, Tintown:
'Níl aon teinteáin mar do theinteán féin'
Note by Padraig Ó Beolain (Patrick Boland), Ballycumber, in Hut 12, Tintown:
'Níl aon teinteáin mar do theinteán féin'
Quote from Oliver Goldsmith transcribed by Patrick Boland (Castletown, Ballycumber, Offaly), Tintown No 3 Camp
'The patriots flatter still shall wisdom find
An equal portion dealt to all mankind'
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.'
Quote transcribed by Frank McGuinness (Kilbeggan), Rath Camp:
Work Advice
'Work my friends, is the lot of man! Man was sent into this world to earn his living by the sweat of his brow. You didn't find Adam walking about the Garden of Eden with his hands in his pockets! '
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 by Thomas Davis transcribed by Edmond Hourigan (Cork City), Tintown No. 3 Camp:
'We must not fail, we must not fail,
However fraud or force assail,
By Honour, Pride and policy
By Heaven, itself we must be free.'
Verse by Michael Keating, Dublin:
'When this you see
Remember me
sawing wood
All fates defying
Seriously trying
To escape if I could'
Signature of Séamus Ó Riain, tintown No 3 Camp, with the note:
'An séadh lá de'n stailc' (the sixth day of [hunger] strike).
Note by Edward Dunne (Clonaslee, Laois), Tintown No 2 Camp:
'Give real champagne
to your best friends
Give real pain to your sham friends
Just a few from a bashful poet.'
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?