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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.

Quote from Terence MacSwiney transcribed by Joe Harrington, Internee 3544, Tintown Camp No 3:

'No physical victory can compensate for spiritual surrender'

Quote by Eamon De Valera transcribed by Conn Ua Buachalla, Internee 1119, Hut 25, Rath:

'Cuimhnuigadh! Teanga gan saoirse is fearr iona saoirse gan teanga'

Popular verses transcribed by Becky O'Reilly, at Harbour Street, Tullamore,

Popular verses transcribed by 'M.B.C.' [Maggie B. Corcoran] at Harbour Street, Tullamore.

Verse transcribed by Paddy Quinn (Kildare), Hut 11, Rath Camp:

'We're getting darn little to eat or drink
We're getting darn to ware
And we're all living wild now here in the clink
On the Curragh of Kildare
The margarine question is being discusted
And our own quarter of bread is now dry
If it is not soon settled our axles
will rust and then sure I'm damned, we must die.