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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

A Lyke-wake Dirge

Anonymous

THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte,

Every nighte and alle,

Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,

And Christe receive thye saule.

When thou from hence away art past,

Every nighte and alle,

To Whinny-muir thou com’st at last;

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 gav’st nane,

Every nighte and alle,

The whinnes sail prick thee to the bare bane;

And Christe receive thye saule.

From Whinny-muir when thou may’st pass,

Every nighte and alle,

To Brig o’ Dread thou com’st at last;

And Christe receive thye saule.

From Brig o’ Dread when thou may’st pass,

Every nighte and alle,

To Purgatory fire thou com’st at last;

And Christe receive thye saule.

If ever thou gavest meat or drink,

Every nighte and alle,

The fire sail never make thee shrink;

And Christe receive thye saule.

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 thye saule.

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,

Every nighte and alle,

Fire and sleet and candle-lighte,

And Christe receive thye saule.