A Publicans Judgement Day.
A Publican stood at the Golden Gate
His head was bent and low
He meekly asked the man of fate
Which way he had to go
"What have you done? St Peter said, "to seek
admission here."
"I kept a pub on Earth," said he "for many a long year."
St Peter opened wide the gate and beamed on him as well,
"Come in" he said "and choose a harp, you've had your share of
hell."