Arriving at Cork, we were conveyed by a large escort to the military barracks on a hill. British soldiers dependants gave us a rough reception with stones and clods outside the barracks. We were held there for some time and some of the R.I.C. were gloating at what had befallen us, particularly a black-visaged R.I.C. man from Clonmel, who must have been the fellow of whom I have already spoken. He showed soldiers how he would like to bayonet me. From the barracks we were marched. downhill to Patrick Street. As we came in view of the street, we saw that it was thronged with a surging excited crowd. The black policeman, who marched alongside Drohan and myself, was fit to burst with joy. “Ye bastards”, he shouted, “ye will get another belting now”, but to our delight and to cheer our drooping spirits, we found the surging crowd was composed of our friends. There was roar after roar of cheering for the “Tipperary Rebels” and the crowd sang: “Who fears to speak of 98”, “The Felons of our Land” and other songs as they marched with us, and there were continual clashes with the R.I.C. escort. They did not interfere so much with the soldiers, but scarcely any R.I.C. man of the scores in the escort but got a iallop of an ashplant or cane of some kind and perhaps a well-aimed brick. The black-visaged fellow beside Drohan and myself came in for his share of trouble. As we passed two rather well-dressed nice girls, they got up with their umbrellas and they smhashed them in fragments on the R.I.C. man’s head, of course to our delight.
Bureau of Military History testimony of Eamon O’Duibhir, Tipperary County Centre of Irish Republican Brotherhood