A Lyke Wake Dirge

This one night, this one night

Every nighte and all

Fire and sleet and candle-light

And Christ receive thy soul

When from hence away thou art past

Every night and all

To thorny wood thou com'st at last

And Christ receive thy soul

If ever thou gavest cloth and shoon

Every night and all

Sit thee down and put them on

And Christ receive thy soul

If cloth and shoon thou ne'er gav'st

Every night and all

The thorn shall prick thee to thy bone

And Christ receive thy soul

When from thorny wood thou pass

Every night and all

To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last

And Christ receive thy soul

From Brig o' Dread whence thou may'st pass

Every night and all

To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last

And Christ receive thy soul

If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st

Every night and all

The fire shall burn thee to thy bone

And Christ receive thy soul

And Christ receive thy soul