Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
A Lyke-wake DirgeAnonymous
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—Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
And Christe receive thye saule.
—Every nighte and alle,
To Whinny-muir thou com’st at last;
And Christe receive thye saule.
—Every nighte and alle,
Sit thee down and put them on;
And Christe receive thye saule.
—Every nighte and alle,
The whinnes sail prick thee to the bare bane;
And Christe receive thye saule.
—Every nighte and alle,
To Brig o’ Dread thou com’st at last;
And Christe receive thye saule.
—Every nighte and alle,
To Purgatory fire thou com’st at last;
And Christe receive thye saule.
—Every nighte and alle,
The fire sail never make thee shrink;
And Christe receive thye saule.
—Every nighte and alle,
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;
And Christe receive thye saule.
—Every nighte and alle,
Fire and sleet and candle-lighte,
And Christe receive thye saule.