Lyke Wake Dirge Lyrics

THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte,

—Refrain: Every nighte and alle,

Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,

—Refrain: And Christe receive thy saule.

When thou from hence away art past

To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last

If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,

Sit thee down and put them on;

If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane

The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane.

From Whinny-muir when thou may'st pass,

To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last;

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

To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last;

If ever thou gavest meat or drink,

The fire sall never make thee shrink;

If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane,

The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,

—Every nighte and alle,

Fire and sleet and candle-lighte,

—And Christe receive thy saule.