Edi beo thu hevene quene

Lyrics

Edi beo thu, hevene quene Folkes froure and engles blis Moder unwemmed and maiden clene Swich in world non other nis On thee hit is wel eth sene Of all wimmen thu havest thet pris; Mi swete levedi, her mi bene And reu of me yif thi wille is Thu asteghe so the daiy rewe The deleth from thе deorke nicht; Of thee sprong a leomе newe That al this world haveth ilight Nis non maide of thine heowe Swo fair, so schene, so rudi, swo bricht; Swete levedi, of me thu reowe And have merci of thin knicht Spronge blostme of one rote The Holi Gost thee reste upon; Thet wes for monkunnes bote And heore soule to alesen for on Levedi milde, softe and swote Ic crie thee merci, ic am thi mon Bothe to honde and to fote On alle wise that ic kon