A publican stood at the Golden Gate,
His head was bent and low,
He meekly asked the Man in White,
"Which way, mate, do I go?

"What have you done?" St. Peter said,
"That you should come up here?"
"I kept a public house below
For many and many a year."

St. Peter opened wide the gates,
And gently pressed the bell.
"Come right inside and choose a harp,
You've had your share of Hell."

Yes, I know, similar versions are available for coal-miners & for sailors.