No doubt they will sing this one?

A Lyke-Wake 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 gavest hosen and shoon,   
—Every nighte and alle,   
Sit thee down and put them on;   
And Christe receive thy saule.   

If hosen 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