| The Lyke Wake Dirge
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This ae nighte, this ae nighte, everie nighte and alle |
On this night, on this night, every night and all Fire and flame and candle light and Christ take up your soul When you from here away are passed, every night and all To Whinny Moor you'll come at last and Christ take up your soul If ever you gave either socks or shoes, every night and all Sit you down and put them on and Christ take up your soul But if socks and shoes gave you no-one, every night and all The whinnies will prick you to the bone and Christ take up your soul From Whinney Moor when you are passed, every night and all To the Bridge of Dread you'll come at last and Christ take up your soul If ever you gave of your silver and gold, every night and all On the Bridge of Dread you'll find a foothold and Christ take up your soul From the Bridge of Dread when you are passed, every night and all To the flames of Hell you'll come at last and Christ take up your soul If ever you gave either food or drink, every night and all The flames will never make you sink and Christ take up your soul But if food and drink gave you no-one, every night and all The flames will burn you to the bone and Christ take up your soul |