‘Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a’ my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.’ VIII And she has made to them a bed, She’s made it large and wide; And she’s ta’en her mantle her about, Sat down at the bedside. IX Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said, ‘’Tis time we were away.’ X The cock he hadna craw’d but once, And clapp’d his wings at a’, When the youngest to the eldest said, ‘Brother, we must awa’. XI ‘The cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin’[253] worm doth chide; Gin we be miss’d out o’ our place, A sair pain we maun bide.’-- XII ‘Lie still, lie still but a little wee while, Lie still but if we may; Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes, She’ll go mad ere it be day.’-- XIII ‘Fare ye weel, my mother dear! Fareweel to barn and byre! And fare ye weel, the bonny lass That kindles my mother’s fire!’ FOOTNOTES: [249] carline = old woman. [250] fashes = troubles. [251] syke = marsh. [252] sheugh = trench. [253] channerin’ = fretting. _33. A Lyke-Wake Dirge_ I This ae nighte, this ae nighte, --_Every nighte and alle_, Fire and fleet[254] and candle-lighte, _And Christe receive thy saule_. II When thou from hence away art past, --_Every nighte and alle_, To Whinny-muir thou com’st at last: _And Christe receive thy saule_. III If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon, --_Every nighte and alle_, Sit thee down and put them on: _And Christe receive thy saule._ IV 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._ V 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._ VI 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._ VII If ever thou gavest meat or drink, --_Every nighte and alle_, The fire sall never make thee shrink; _And Christe receive thy saule._ VIII 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._ IX This ae nighte, this ae nighte, --_Every nighte and alle_, Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, _And Christe receive thy saule_. FOOTNOTES: [254] fleet = floor. _Other readings are_ ‘sleet’ _and_ ‘salt’. _34. The Unquiet Grave_ I