Signatures of P. Ó Maille and Domhnall Ó Chaomh (Tipperary), at Tintown No 3 Camp.

Note by P. Ó Rioghardán, Tintown No 3 Camp:

'Did you hear anything? Yes. They can't keep us long now.'

Notes by Seán McGuinness, T.D. (Kilbeggan), [Tintown Camp] who lists his destination as 'Unknown' :

'A United people proud and courageous cannot be reduced to slavery' . Also quotes Terence MacSwiney : 'men and measures may come and go but principles are eternal.'

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.'

Quote by Terence MacSwiney transcribed by J. Hickey, Monstown, Cork:

'Death for some is in reserve
Before our flag can fly.'

Note transcribed by Seoirse MacUistin, Hut 5, Tintown Camp:

The momentous hour is nigh:- tomorrow we begin'

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 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'

Quote by Padraig Pearse, transcribed by Patrick Flynn (Clonaslee, Laois), Tinotwn No 3 Camp:

'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace'.

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.'