A Lyke-Wake Dirge

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
  Every nighte and alle;
Fire and sleet, and candle lighte
  And Christe receive thye saule.

When thou from hence awaye art paste,
  Every nighte and alle;
To Whinny-muir thou comest at laste;
  And Christe receive thye saule.

If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
  Every nighte and alle;
Sit thee down, and put them on;
  And Christe receive thye saule.

If hosen and shoon thou ne’er gavest nane,
  Every night and alle;
The whinnes shall pricke thee to the bare bane;
  And Christe receive thye saule.

From Whinny-muir when thou mayst passe,
  Every nighte and alle;
To Brigg o’ Dread thou comest at laste;
  And Christe receive thye saule.

 

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(A Stanza wanting)

 

From Brigg o’ Dread when thou mayst passe,
  Every night and alle;
To Purgatory fire thou comest at laste;
  And Christe receive thye saule.

If ever thou gavest meat or drink,
  Every night and alle;
The fire shall never make thee shrinke;
  And Christe receive thye saule.

If meate or drinke thou never gavest nane,
  Every night and alle:
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;
  And Christe receive thye saule.

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
  Every nighte and alle;
Fire and sleet, and candle lighte,
  And Christe receive thye saule.