Lyke Wake Dirge

This ae night, this ae night
Every night and all
Fire and fleet and candlelight
And Christ receive thy soul

When thou from hence away art pass'd
Every night and all
To Whinny-Muir thou com'st at last
And Christ receive thy soul

If ever thou gav'st hosen or shoon
Every night and all
Sit thee down and put them on
And Christ receive thy soul

If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane
Every night and all
The whinny shall prick thee to the bare bane
And Christ receive thy soul

From Whinny-Muir when thou may'st pass
Every night and all
To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last
And Christ receive thy soul

From Brig o' Dread when thou may'st pass
Every night and all
To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last
And Christ receive thy soul

If ever thou gav'st meat or drink
Every night and all
The fire shall never make thee shrink
And Christ receive thy soul

If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane
Every night and all
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane
And Christ receive thy soul

This ae night, this ae night
Every night and all
Fire and fleet and candlelight
And Christ receive thy soul