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They lost! But O! They conquer These men who their land would save A firing party at break of day. And a tasty quick-lime grave.
But think not of them with scorn Nor mourn for the cause they died This death saved Ireland's honour What mattered all else beside.
We've been told twas a failure by those that ne'er understood How the new born soul of Erin was baptised in martyrs' blood And to all who crave for freedom, as the world its meaning know, I give them this little story The story of Glorious Easter Week.
Verse transcribed by [D.]. Ledwidge, Camp Quartermaster, Tintown No 3 Camp:
'As the years were before me began Shall the years be when we are no more And between them the years of a man Are as wares the wind drives to the shore.'
Freeman's Journal (21 September 1896) Freeman's Journal (3 November 1896) King's County Independent (28 April 1906) Midland tribune (28 April 1895) Irish Independent (4 July 1916) Evening Herald (4 August 1916) Sinn Féin (10 July 1909) Sinn Féin (16 July 1910) Daily Telegraph (2 May 1916) Daily Telegraph (29 April 1916) Irish Times (23 May 1916)
Verse transcribed by Paddy Quinn (Kildare), Hut 11, Rath Camp:
'We're getting darn little to eat or drink We're getting darn to ware And we're all living wild now here in the clink On the Curragh of Kildare The margarine question is being discusted And our own quarter of bread is now dry If it is not soon settled our axles will rust and then sure I'm damned, we must die.
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.'