• I keep him under lock and key,
    I try to forget him, but he is part of me,
    He calls to me daily,
    But my resolve is not failing,
    I shall keep him inside,
    And there he shall hide,
    But when I am weak,
    Not of body, but mind,
    Blood he shall seak,
    And bones he shall grind,
    For he is me, and then yet not,
    He is the piece that cannot be forgot,
    Alty, oh Alty,
    What have you done?
    Alty, oh Alty,
    Look at them run.