This ae night, this ae night    Every night and a'    Fire and sleet and candle lighte,    And Christ receive thy saule       When from hence away art past    Every ...    To whinny moor thou com'st at last    And ...       If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon    Sit thee down and put them on.       If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane    The whinnies shall prick thee to the bare bane.       From whinny moor when thou may'st pass    To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last.       If ever thou gavest meat or drink    The fire shall never make thee shrink.       If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane    The fire will burn thee to the bare bane.       This ae night, this ae nighte    Fire and sleet and candle lighte.