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and let him quickly bring the keys.
Too long I ſtand he'll let me in;
for why I cannot longer tarry;
Then ſhall you all be out of din,
for I muſt ſpeak with good Saint Mary.
The good apoſtle diſcontented,
right ſuddenly he turn'd back,
For he did very much repent,
to hear the carling proudly crack.
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
The apoſtle Peter roſe at laſt,
and to the gate with ſpeed he hies;
Caling ſays 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 never 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.
Thou muſt be puriefied of ſin,
and of all ſins muſt be made free.
Saint Peter then no thanks to you,
that ſo you were rid of your fears,
It was CHRIST's precious look I trow,
that made you weep theſe bitter tears.
The door of mercy is not clos'd,
I may get mercy as well as ye,
It is not ſo as ye ſuppoſe,
I will be in, in ſpite of thee.
But wicked wife, it is too late,
thou ſhouldeſt have mourned on the earth;
Repentance now is out of date,
it ſhould have been before thy death;
