I’ll go, said she, and ask her will,
Her company I would have fain;
But aye she cried and knocked still,
And in no ways she would refrain.
Daughter, said Eve, you will do well,
And come again another time
Heaven is not won by sword or steel,
Nor one that’s guilty of a crime.
Mother, said she, the fault is thine,
That knocking here so long I stand: