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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.