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.