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 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 by Padraig Pearse, transcribed by Patrick Flynn (Clonaslee, Laois), Tinotwn No 3 Camp:
'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace'.
Drawing by [D. J.] at Tintown Camp, of a rural village. Accompanying verse:
'Old scenes are apt to change
As time will age one's life
But remembrance is a tiny tack
Even thro years of strife.'
Note transcribed by Seoirse MacUistin, Hut 5, Tintown Camp:
The momentous hour is nigh:- tomorrow we begin'
Note by Jimmie Egan (O'Carroll St, Tullamore), Hut 25, C Company, Rath Camp:
'In your golden chain of friendship, consider me a link (the missing one!)'
Verse transcribed by M. Galvin, Hut 5, Tintown No. 3 Camp,
'Keep me in your memory
I dare not ask for more
We may not meet as we have met
When prison life is o'er
Your path and mine may be
In future far apart
Time may bring a change of scenes
But not a change of heart.
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'.
Quote by Terence MacSwiney transcribed by J. Hickey, Monstown, Cork:
'Death for some is in reserve
Before our flag can fly.'