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And long ſhe fought for to be in
But then for fear of biding out,
She knocked hard and made some din.
To knock and cry she did not spare,
Till father Adam did her hear;
Who is't that raps so rudely there,
Heaven cannot well be won by weir.
The wife of Beith' sinee that you speer,
Hath stood these two hours at the gate.
Go back saith he, you must forbear,
Here may no sinners entrance get.
Adam, quoth she, I shall be in,
In spite of all such churls as thee:
Thou'rt the original of all sin,
For eating of the forbidden tree,
But for thy foul offences fled.
Adam went back and let her be,
Looking as if his nose had bled,
Then mother Eve did at him speer
Who was it there that made such a din?
He said a woman would be here,
For me, I durst not let her in.
I'll go, said she, and ask her will,
Her eompany I would have fain;
But aye she cried and knoeked still,
And in no ways she would refrain.
