Dirge by Benjamin Britten Lyrics

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 gav'st hoes'n and shoon
Every nighte and alle
Sit thee down and put them on;
And Christe receive thy saule

If hoes;n 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