Soul Day, Soul Day, we be come a' souling.
Pray, good people, remember the poor,
And give us a soul cake.
Soul, soul, a soul cake!
Please, good lady, a soul cake!
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry,
Any good thing to make us merry.
Soul, soul, a soul cake!
Pray we for a soul cake!
One for Peter, two for Paul,
And three for Him who made us all. God bless the master of this house, the mistress also,
And all the little children who 'round your table grow.
Likewise, your men and maidens, your cattle and your store,
And all that dwell within your gates, we wish you ten times more. Souling Day, so we pray for the souls departed.
Pray give us a cake,
For we are all poor people well-known to you before. Little Jack, Jack sat on his gate,
Crying for bu*ter, to bu*ter his cake.
Up with your kettles, and down with your pans,
Give us our souling, and we'll be gone. Down into the cellar, and see what you can find.
If your barrels are not empty, we hope you will prove kind.
We hope you will prove kind with your apples and your grain,
And we'll come no more a' souling 'til this month comes again. Soul Day, Soul Day, we have been praying
For the souls departed, so pray good people, give us a cake.
So give us a cake for charity's sake
And our blessing we'll leave at your door.