The Peter-penny

Fresh strewings allow

To my sepulchre now,

To make my lodging the sweeter;

A staff or a wand

Put then in my hand,

With a penny to pay S. Peter.

Who has not a cross

Must sit with the loss,

And no whit further must venture;

Since the porter he

Will paid have his fee,

Or else not one there must enter.

Who at a dead lift

Can't send for a gift

A pig to the priest for a roaster,

Shall hear his clerk say,

By yea and by nay,

No penny, no paternoster.