- IE OCL P29/5
- Part
- 1921
Verse by Michael Keating, Dublin:
'When this you see
Remember me
sawing wood
All fates defying
Seriously trying
To escape if I could'
Verse by Michael Keating, Dublin:
'When this you see
Remember me
sawing wood
All fates defying
Seriously trying
To escape if I could'
'God Bless her now where she goes'
Signature of Séamus Ó Riain, tintown No 3 Camp, with the note:
'An séadh lá de'n stailc' (the sixth day of [hunger] strike).
Note by Edward Dunne (Clonaslee, Laois), Tintown No 2 Camp:
'Give real champagne
to your best friends
Give real pain to your sham friends
Just a few from a bashful poet.'
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?
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.
Quote by Patrick Pearse transcribed by Seosamh Mac Dáibhéid, Tintown No 3 Camp, on the second day of the [hunger] strike ('An dara lá de'n stailc'):
'Life springs from death, and from the graves of patriot men and women spring living nations.'
Verse transcribed by [D.]. Ledwidge, Camp Quartermaster, Tintown No 3 Camp:
'As the years were before me began
Shall the years be when we are no more
And between them the years of a man
Are as wares the wind drives to the shore.'
Verse transcribed by Sean Whelan (Enniscorthy, Wexford), Tintown Camp, 'on the second day of the fight for freedom':
'Oh God! to have fought, to have won, to have died
Defending the old flag
By sweet Slaney side.