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Although the preachers did thee show.
Saint Paul, she said, it is not so,
I did not know so well as ye,
But I will to my Saviour go,
Who will his favour shew to me
You think you are of flyting free,
Because you was rapt up above,
But yet it was Christ's grace to thee,
And matchlessness of his dear love.
Then Paul, says she, let Peter come,
If he be lying let him rise,
To him I will confess my sin,
And let him quickly bring the keys,
Too long I stand, he'll let me in,
For why I cannot longer tarry,
Then shall ye all be quit of din,
For I must speak with good saint Mary.
The good apostle discontent,
Right suddenly he turned 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.
Th' apostle Peter rose at last,
Vnd to the gate with speed he hies,
Carling, quoth he, knock not so fast,
You cumber Mary with your cries.
Peter, said she, let Christ arise,
And grant me mercy in my need;
