With my lamp alight, (Child, I am afraid) With my lamp alight, Approached I in affright ... To one door I came, (Child, I am afraid) To one door I came, A shudder shook the flame ... At the second door, (Child, I am afraid) At the second door Forth words the flame did pour ... To the third I came, (Child, I am afraid) To the third I came, Then died the little flame ... Should he one day return Then what shall we say? Waiting, tell him, one And dying for him lay ... If he asks for you, Say what answer then? Give him my gold ring And answer not a thing ... Should he question me Concerning the last hour? Say I smiled for fear That he should shed a tear ... Should he question more Without knowing me? Like a sister speak; Suffering he may be ... Should he question why Empty is the hall? Show the gaping door, The lamp alight no more ... PRINTED BY MORRISON AND GIBB LIMITED, EDINBURGH ● Transcriber’s Notes: ○ Text that was in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). Text that was in bold face is enclosed by equals signs (=bold=). ○ Footnotes have been moved to follow the chapters in which they are referenced.