A Lyke-Wake Dirge

I
This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
-- Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,        [floor? sleet? salt?
And Christe receive thy saule.

11
When thou from hence away art past,
To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last:        [thorny moor

III
If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
Sit thee down and put them on:

IV
If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane
The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane:         [thorns

V
From Whinny-muir when thou may'st pass,
To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last:        [bridge

VI
From Brig o' Dread when thou may'st pass,
To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last:

VII
If ever thou gavest meat or drink,
The fire sall never make thee shrink:

VIII
If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane,
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane:

IX
This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
-- Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
And Christe receive thy saule.

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