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OCL P29 Lennon Page 91

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.

OCL P29 Lennon Page 76

Verses transcribed by Maggie Corcoran on the subject of public houses:

'Bee Hive Public House

It's in this hive we're all alive
Good liqueur makes us funny.
If you be dry step in and try
The flavour of our honey
Your bees are asps, they sting like wasps
Your liqueur is adulterated and anyone that
resorts this house their misery is completed. '

OCL P29 Lennon Page 63

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.'

OCL P29 Lennon Page 47

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.

OCL P29 Lennon Page 55

Verses transcribed Padraic Ó Briain, Rath Camp:

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.

OCL P29 Lennon Page 53

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?

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