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.'

Note by Jimmie Egan (O'Carroll St, Tullamore), Hut 25, C Company, Rath Camp:

'In your golden chain of friendship, consider me a link (the missing one!)'

Verse transcribed by Frank McGuinness (Kilbeggan), Hut 31, Rath Camp:

'Our Flag

We raised it up - no foot shall back
A step upon the forward track
For tis not in the days of wrath
When woe and darkness haunt our path
It is not when the gallows tree
Is decked with fruits of liberty -
That we should bend the knee or pull
Thee down 'Our homes beautiful'.

Painting of a pair of slippered feet and a cat in front of a fireplace. Entitled 'My thoughts go wandering home. Visions of Comfort' by J. Halpin (Drogheda), Rath 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 T. P. Duke transcribed by Tomás Ó Dúigh (Clare), Rath Camp:

'The Strike
Act 1
A rush. A cheer. A bursting of doors
with bedboard or with spike
Locks flying in Air, Ah! it's the
Boys in camp have gone on strike
The Guard called out their wind is up
in vain they bawl and shout
but the Boys don't seem to mind them
in groups they walk about.'

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.

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'

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.

Verse by Michael Keating, Dublin:

'When this you see
Remember me
sawing wood

All fates defying
Seriously trying
To escape if I could'