This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
Every nighte and alle,
Fire, and sleet, and candle lighte,
And Christe receive thye saule.
When thou from hence away art paste,
Every nighte and alle,
To Whinny-muir thou comest at laste,
And Christe receive thye saule.
If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
Every nighte and alle,
Sit thee down and put them on,
And Christe receive thye saule.
If hosen and shoon thou ne’er gavest nane,
Every nighte and alle,
The whinnes sall pricke thee to the...