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.'
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'.
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! '
Signatures of Cathal O Broin (Dublin) and Frank Bulfin, T.D. (Derrinlough, Birr, Offaly).
Quote transcribed by Seaghan Ó Dulchaointigh, (Crinkle, Birr, Offaly): 'The tongue of the conqueror in the mouths of the conquered is the language of slaves'.
Unsigned watercolour of a burial cross with the inscription:
'In loving memory of Kevin Barry who died for Ireland Nov 2nd 1920'. Also captioned 'memory is the only friend that grieve [sic] can call its own.'
Verse transcribed by T. J. Casey, Hut 28:
'The R.I.C.
Many lands have slaves and traitors who would sell their race for gold
Who would lead the greedy wild beast, on the unprotected fold
But the meanest vilest wretch of all that curse the Earth today
Is the Irish-born slaveling who would fight in England's pay'
Verse from Internee No 832, James Donegan, No 9 Tent B Company:
'O would the God above
Send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throat of those English dogs,
That shot our Irish leaders'
Also a joke from Thomas McGivinchy: 'Happy is the man who sits on a wasp's nest, for he shall rise again.'
Verse transcribed by Internee 1537, D Company, Hut 31, Patrick J. Daly (Tullamore, Offaly):
'Lloyd George no doubt when his life ebbs out
Will ride in a fiery chariot
He will sit in state on a red hot plate
'Twixt the Devil and Judas Iscariot
Annanias that day to the Devil will say
My Presidency here has failed
So move up higher
Away from the fire
And make room for the liar from Wales.'
Unfinished entry by John Conroy.
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.'