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.
Peter, said she, let Christ arise,
And grant me mercy in my need;
For why I ne’er deny’d him thrice,
As thou thyself hast done indeed.