Benjamin Britten — Dirge

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