Lyke Wake Dirge

This a night, this a night
Every night and a
Fire and sleet and candle light
And Christ receive thy saule

When from hence away art past
Every
To whinny moor thou com'st at last
And

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

If hosen and shoon thou never gavest nane
The whinnies shall prick thee to the bare bane

From whinny moor when thou may'st pass
To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last

If ever thou gavest meat or drink
The fire shall never make thee shrink

If meat or drink thou never gavest nane
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane

This a night, this a night
Fire and sleet and candle light