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Now, I think there is a likeness / 'Twixt St. Peter's life and mine, / For he did a lot of trampin' / Long ago in Palestine. / He was ‘union' when the workers / First began to organise, / And -- I'm glad that old St. Peter / Keeps the gate of Paradise.
When the ancient agitator / And his brothers carried swags, / I've no doubt he very often / Tramped with empty tucker-bags; / And I'm glad he's Heaven's picket, / For I hate explainin' things, / And he'll think a union ticket / Just as good as Whitely King's.