Anonymous. A Lyke-wake Dirge. Andrew Macphail, comp. 1916. The Book of Sorrow

Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

XIX. The Shrouding
A Lyke-wake Dirge

Anonymous


THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte,
—Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
And Christe receive thye saule.

When thou from hence away art past,	5
—Every nighte and alle,
To Whinny-muir thou com’st at last;
And Christe receive thye saule.

If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
—Every nighte and alle,	10
Sit thee down and put them on;
And Christe receive thye saule.

If hosen and shoon thou ne’er gav’st nane,
—Every nighte and alle,
The whinnes sail prick thee to the bare bane;	15
And Christe receive thye saule.

From Whinny-muir when thou may’st pass,
—Every nighte and alle,
To Brig o’ Dread thou com’st at last;
And Christe receive thye saule.	20

From Brig o’ Dread when thou may’st pass,
—Every nighte and alle,
To Purgatory fire thou com’st at last;
And Christe receive thye saule.

If ever thou gavest meat or drink,	25
—Every nighte and alle,
The fire sail never make thee shrink;
And Christe receive thye saule.

If meat or drink thou ne’er gav’st nane,
—Every nighte and alle,	30
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;
And Christe receive thye saule.

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
—Every nighte and alle,
Fire and sleet and candle-lighte,	35
And Christe receive thye saule.