Poor Peter staggers past

Poor Peter staggers past,

quite slowly, as pale as a corpse, and shy.

When they see him,

the people in the street almost stop in their tracks.

Maidens whisper in one another's ears:

"Surely he has risen from the grave!"

But no, dear young girls,

he has not yet climbed into his grave.

He has lost his love;

therefore the grave is the best place for him.

There he might best lie

and sleep until Judgment Day.