Anonymous

Here you will find the Poem A Lyke-Wake Dirge of poet Anonymous

A Lyke-Wake Dirge

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

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

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

If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane 
   --Every nighte and alle, 
The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane; 
   And Christe receive thy 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 thy saule. 

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

If ever thou gavest meat or drink, 
   --Every nighte and alle, 
The fire sall never make thee shrink; 
   And Christe receive thy saule. 

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

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