Lyrics:

(This ae nighte, this ae nighte) (Any nighte and alle) (Fire and fleet and candle-lighte) (And Christe receive thy saule)



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



If thou gavest hosen and shoon Any nighte and alle And sit thee down and put them on And Christe receive thy saule.



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



From Brig o' Dread whence thou may'st pass Any nighte and alle To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last And Christe receive thy saule.



If ever thou gav'st meat or drink Any 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 Any nighte and alle The fire will burn thee to the bare bane And Christe receive thy saule.