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Rh Paul ſays, good brother, now ariſe, And make an end of all this din; And if ſo be you have the keys, Open and let the carling in;


 * Th' apoſtle Peter roſe at laſt,

And to the gate with ſpeed he hies, Carling, quoth he, knock not ſo faſt, You cumber Mary with your cries.


 * Peter, ſhe ſaid, let Chriſt ariſe,

And grant me mercy in my need, For why, I ne'er deny'd him thrice, As thou thyſelf haſt done indeed.


 * Thou carling bold, what's that to thee,

I got remiſſion for my ſin; It coſt many ſad tears to me, Before I entered here within: It will not be thy meikle din, Will cauſe heav'n's gates opened be, Thou muſt be purified from ſin, And of all treſpaſſes made free.


 * Saint Peter then no thanks to you,

That ſo you were rid of your fears, It was Chriſt's gracious look, I trow, That made you weep thoſe precious tears, The door of mercy is not clos'd, may get grace as well as ye, It is not ſo as ye ſuppos'd, I will be in, in ſpite of thee.


 * But, wicked wife, it is too late,

Thou ſhould't have mourned upon earth, Repentance now is out of date; it ſhould have been before thy death: