Lyke-wake dirge

This a nighte, this a nighte,
Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
And christe receive thy saule.

When thou from hence away at past,
Every nighte and alle,
To whinny-muir thou com’st at last;
And christe receive thy saule.

If ever thou gavest hosen and soon,
Every nighte and alle,
Sit thee down and put them on;
And christe receive thy saule.

If hosen and shoon tho ne’er gav’st nane
Every nighte and alle,
The whinnes shall prock thee to the bare bane;
And christe receive thy saule.

From whinny-Muir when thou art past,
Every nighte and alle,
To purgatory fire thou com’st at last;
And christe receive thy saule.

If ever thou gavest meat and drink,
Every nighte and alle,
The fire shall never make thee shrink;
And christe receive thy saule.

If meat and drink thou ne’er gav’st nane,
Every nighte and alle,
The fire shall burn thee to the bare bane
And christe receive thy saule.

This a nighte, this a nighte,
Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
And christe receive thy saule.

by Anonymous