- 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'
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 transcribed by Walter A. Mitchell (Rahan, Offaly), Hut 3, Tintown No.2 Camp:
Just a greeting from a comrade
Who lies in chains with you
To show you that a gloomy past
Did not our souls subdue
May all the pleasures which this world
To freeman's life, doth give
Be yours in all your future days
When slaves no more shall live.'
Quote from a parody of Thomas Campbell's 'The Exile of Erin' transcribed by Liam Ó [Dulchaointigh], Tintown No 3 Camp, who ascribes this version to Rudyard Kipling:
'There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin
the dew on his thin robes was heavy and chill
Ere the dust from his brogues he fully had shaken
He was Member of Parliament introducing a Bill.
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.
"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.