This aye neet, this aye neet, every neet and all,
Fire and fleet and candleleet, and Dis recieve thy soul...
When from hence thou art passed, every neet and all,
to Whinny Moor thou comst at last, and Dis recieve thy soul...
If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon, every neet and all,
Sit thee doon and put them on, and Dis recieve thy soul...
If shoon or hosen thou never gavest nane, every neet and all,
The Whinnies shall bite thee to the bare bane, and Dis recieve thy soul...
From Whinny Moor when thou art passed, every neet and all,
To Purging Fire thou comst at last, and Dis recieve thy soul...
If ever thou gavest meat or drink, every neet and all,
The fires shall never make thee shrink, and Dis recieve thy soul...
If meat or drink thou never gavest nane, every neet and all,
The fires shall burn thee to the bare bane, and Dis recieve thy soul...
From purging fire when thou has passed, every neet and all,
To Bridge of Dread thou comst at last, and Dis recieve thy soul...
If ever thou gavest silver or gold, every neet and all,
On Bridge of Dread thou'll find foothold, and Dis recieve thy soul...
If gold and silver thou never gavest nane, every neet and all,
Down thou'll fall till the stars be gane, and Dis recieve thy soul...
This aye neet, this aye neet, every neet and all,
Fire and fleet and candleleet, and Dis recieve thy soul...
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