Misc Folk - Lyke-wake Dirge - Текст песни

This ae night, this ae nighte,
Every night and a',
Fire and sleet and candle lighte,
And Christe receive thy saule.

When from hence away art past
To whinny moor 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 whinnies shall prick thee to the bare bane.

From winny moor 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's fires thou com'st at last.

If ever thou gavest meat or drink
The fire shall 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 night, this ae nighte
Fire and sleet and candle lighte.