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Unidentified locations, mainly Birr, Co. Offaly

161. [Untitled. Burnt out quarters of the Officer Commanding, Birr Barracks]
162. [Untitled. View of Birr Barracks from a distance]
163. [Untitled. Main St. Birr]
164. [Untitled. Leila, Minnie and Mrs. D.P. on steps of house in Birr. Copy of photograph 338]

'Poor Old Depot'

352. 'Fred Barry'
353. [Untitled. Photograph of doorway into the burnt out remains of Birr Barracks]
354. [Untitled. Distant view of burnt out remains of Birr Barracks]
355. [Untitled. View of burnt out remains of Birr Barracks from internal barrack square.]

Note entitled 'Fifth Day of Hunger Strike' by Thomas [Barclay], Druncomndra, Dublin:

'One thing that gives a tyrant his power is that he has the means to justify his tyranny'.

Verse transcribed by Séamus Ó Faoláin (Tullamore), Hut 12, Camp 3, Tintown:

'But the youngest, he speaks out bold and clearly
I have no ties of children or of wife
Let me die, but spare mu brother,
Who is more dearly loved by me than life.'

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.'

Drawing depicting a skeleton winning a 100 yd sprint in Tintown Camp in 60 years time (1983).

Quote from Eamon de Valera transcribed by Robert Daly, Hut 14, Tintown No 3 Camp:

'Soldiers of Liberty! Legion of the rearguard! Let not sorrow overwhelm you. Your efforts and the sacrifices if your dead comrades in this forlorn hope have saved the nations honour and kept open the road to independence.'

Drawing by [D. J.] at Tintown Camp, of a rural village. Accompanying verse:

'Old scenes are apt to change
As time will age one's life
But remembrance is a tiny tack
Even thro years of strife.'