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"The mills of God grind slowly
But they grind exceeding small
For England you can plainly see
The writing on the wall"

Malachy Lynam, Hut 31, Rath Internment Camp

Verse by Denis (Dinny) Pender, Internee 1076, Hut 26:

'You have asked me to write in your Auts
But I don't know where to begin
For there's nothing original in me
Except for original sin'

Verse by M. E. Lennon, Harbour St, Tullamore:

'A Token.
So I send this little token
With the heartiest good will
Just to prove that I remember
All who climb with me life's hill
Just to prove that time can never
Bonds of time sever
That as years speed by we find
They but more securely bind
Ties of auld acquaintance still.

Verse transcribed by 'M.B. C.' [Maggie B. Corcoran] , Harbour St, Tullamore.

Popular verse transcribed by J.A.B., at Harbour Street, Tullamore.

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. '

Verse transcribed by Maggie Corcoran [on the death of her mother].

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 by Thomas Davis transcribed by Edmond Hourigan (Cork City), Tintown No. 3 Camp:

'We must not fail, we must not fail,
However fraud or force assail,
By Honour, Pride and policy
By Heaven, itself we must be free.'

Verse by Pádraig Ó Treasaigh (Laois):

'We meet again, the master and the student
The one a sadder but a wiser man, the other still imprudent
But age and youth, have one same thought
That Erin's soul shall ne'er be bought.
Soon may her Freedom's star arise
And soon may be her foe's demise.
Then you and I from fetters free
Shall haste to Leix and Offaly.
But we together shall come again
As free, unfettered, unshackled men.
And then we'll fill and quaff the glass
That ours and Erin's dawn has come at last.'