Unfinished entry by John Conroy.

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.'

Signatures of A. Ó Caomhánaigh (Roscommon), Bertie McGetrick (Sligo), Philip Murray (Roscommon), E. Feely (Roscommon), Tom Roddy (Roscommon) and William Kehoe (Dublin).

Verse by Michael Keating, Dublin:

'When this you see
Remember me sawing wood
And all the time
Every fate defying
To escape if I could'

Verse by 'B. J. M. ', Hut 26, Rath Camp:

'Oft as I've lain in my hut at night
And through the roof the rain came pouring
Then I've tucked the clothes around my head
And joined the chorus snoring'

Verse by Mícheál Ó Baoghaláin (Meath):

'Wherever the forces of crown assemble
Whether on land, or sea, or the air
Strike them down O Lord
Strike them down
And may their bones be ground into manure
And spread over the land to grow crops for the poor.'

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'.

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 by Internee 1071, Hut 26, Rath, JohnJ. Horan:

'When the evening sun is setting
And your mind from care is free
When of Rath Camp you are thinking
Won't you sometimes think of me.'

Quote from Thomas Davis transcribed by Laurence Hayden (Roscommon), Rath Camp:

'Ireland's Wants: To get her peasants into snug homesteads, with wee tilled fields and placid hearths. To develop the ingenuity of her artists, and the docile industry of her artisans. To make for her own instruction a literature wherein our climate, history and passions shall breathe again - conscious strength and integrity and the high post of holy freedoom - these are Ireland's wants.'