Fresh strowings allow To my Sepulcher now, To make my lodging the sweeter; A staffe or a wand Put then in my hand, With a pennie to pay S. Peter. Who has not a Crosse, Must sit with the losse, And no whit further must venture, Since the Porter he Will paid have his fee, Or els not one there must enter. Who at a dead lift, Can't send for a gift A Pig to the Priest for a Roster, Shall heare his Clarke say, By yea and by nay, No pennie, no Pater Noster. |