"We'll sing a holy song," said Ellen.
"We'll sing Holy Mary," we all cried together, and began to sing in the darkness.
"Oh! Holy Mary, mother mild.
Look down on me, a little child.
And when I sleep put near my bed
The good Saint Joseph at my head,
My guardian Angel at my right
To keep me good through all the night;
Saint Brigid give me blessings sweet;
Saint Patrick watch beside my feet.