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. fleet] house-room. Ballads and Songs By Unknown Authors. 17th Cent. 382. The Seven Virgins. A CAROL ALL under the leaves and the leaves of life I met with virgins seven, And one of them was Mary mild, Our Lord's mother of Heaven. 'O what are you seeking, you seven fair maids, All under the leaves of life? Come tell, come tell, what seek you All under the leaves of life?' 'We're seeking for no leaves, Thomas, But for a friend of thine; We're seeking for sweet Jesus Christ, To be our guide and thine.' 'Go down, go down, to yonder town, And sit in the gallery, And there you'll see sweet Jesus Christ Nail'd to a big yew-tree.' So down they went to yonder town As fast as foot could fall, And many a grievous bitter tear From the virgins' eyes did fall. 'O peace, Mother, O peace, Mother, Your weeping doth me grieve: I must suffer this,' He said, 'For Adam and for Eve. 'O Mother, take you John Evangelist All for to be your son, And he will comfort you sometimes, Mother, as I have done.' 'O come, thou John Evangelist, Thou'rt welcome unto me; But more welcome my own dear Son, Whom I nursed on my knee.' Then He laid His head on His right shoulder, Seeing death it struck Him nigh-- 'The Holy Ghost be with your soul, I die, Mother dear, I die.' O the rose, the gentle rose, And the fennel that grows so green! God give us grace in every place To pray for our king and queen. Furthermore for our enemies all Our prayers they should be strong: Amen, good Lord; your charity Is the ending of my song. Ballads and Songs By Unknown Authors. 17th Cent. 383. Two Rivers SAYS Tweed to Till-- 'What gars ye rin sae still?' Says Till to Tweed-- 'Though ye rin with speed And I rin slaw, For ae man that ye droon I droon twa.' Ballads and Songs By Unknown Authors. 17th Cent. 384. Cradle Song