Lyke-wake Dirge

(This ae nighte, this ae nighte)

(Any nighte and alle)

(Fire and fleet and candle-lighte)

(And Christe receive thy saule)

When thou from hence away art past

Any nighte and alle

To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last

And Christe receive thy saule

If thou gavest hosen and shoon

Any nighte and alle

And sit thee down and put them on

And Christe receive thy saule

Well, if hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane

Any nighte and alle

The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane

And Christe receive thy saule

From Brig o' Dread whence thou may'st pass

Any nighte and alle

To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last

And Christe receive thy saule

If ever thou gav'st meat or drink

Any nighte and alle

The fire sall never make thee shrink

And Christe receive thy saule

If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane

Any nighte and alle

The fire will burn thee to the bare bane

And Christe receive thy saule