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.