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And if be so you have the keys,
Open and let the carlin in;
The apostle Paul arose at last,
and to the gate with speed he he hies,
Carlin 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 denied him thrice,
as though 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 muckle din,
Will cause heaven gates opened be,
Thou must be purified of sin;
and of all sins must be made free.
Saint Peter then its nought to you
That you were rid of your fears,
It was Christ's gracious look I trow
That made ye wipe those bitter tears,
The door of mercy is not closed,
I may get grace as well as ye,
It is not so as ye supposed
I will be in, in spite of thee.
But wicked wife it is too late,
Thou shouldest have mourn'd upon earth,
Repentance now is out of date:
