Lyke Wake Dirge

This ae nighte, this ae nighte
Every nighte and alle
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte
And Christe receive thy saule
When thou from hence away art past
To whinny-muir thou com’st at last
If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon
Sit thee down and put them on
If hosen and shoon thou ne’er gav’st nane
The whinnes shall prick thee to the bare bane
From whinny-muir when thou may’st pass
To brig o' dread thou com’st at last
From brig o' dread when thou may’st pass
To purgatory fire thou com’st at last
If ever thou gavest meat or drink
The fire shall never make thee shrink
If meat or drink thou ne’er gav’st nane
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane
This ae nighte, this ae nighte
Every nighte and alle
Fire and sleet and candle-lighte
And Christe receive thy saule