Part 1 / Book 1 — 33. A Lyke-Wake Dirge

I This ae nighte, this ae nighte, —Every nighte and alle, Fire and fleet[254] and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thy saule. II When thou from hence away art past, —Every nighte and alle, To Whinny-muir thou com’st at last: And Christe receive thy saule. III If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon, —Every nighte and alle, Sit thee down and put them on: And Christe receive thy saule. IV If hosen and shoon thou ne’er gav’st nane —Every nighte and alle, The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane; And Christe receive thy saule. V From whinny-muir when thou may’st pass, —Every nighte and alle, To Brig o’ Dread thou com’st at last; And Christe receive thy saule. VI From Brig o’ Dread when thou may’st pass, —Every nighte and alle, To Purgatory fire thou com’st at last; And Christe receive thy saule. VII If ever thou gavest meat or drink, —Every nighte and alle, The fire sall never make thee shrink; And Christe receive thy saule. VIII If meat or drink thou ne’er gav’st nane, —Every nighte and alle, The fire will burn thee to the bare bane; And Christe receive thy saule. IX This ae nighte, this ae nighte, —Every nighte and alle, Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thy saule.