A Lyke-Wake Song

Fair of face, full of pride, Sit ye down by a dead man's side.
Ye sang songs a' the day: Sit down at night in the red worm's way.
Proud ye were a' day long: Ye'll be but lean at evensong.
Ye had gowd kells on your hair: Nae man kens what ye were.
Ye set scorn by the silken stuff: Now the grave is clean enough.
Ye set scorn by the rubis ring: Now the worm is a saft sweet thing.
Fine gold and blithe fair face, Ye are come to a grimly place.
Gold hair and glad grey een, Nae man kens if ye have been.