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 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: