Edi beo thu, heven quene lyrics

Edi beo thu, heven quene folkes froove and engles blis

Maid unwemmed modher cleene swich in world non other nis

On the hit is wel ethseene of alle wimmen thu hast the pris

Mi sweete leudi heer mi beene and rew ot me ghif thi will is

Thu astighe so dairewe deleth from the derke night

Of the sprong a leeme neue al this world hit hath ilight

Nis no maid of thine hewe so fair so scheene so rudi so bright

Mi leudi sweet of me thu rewe and have merci of thi knight

Sprunge blostm of one roote th'oli gost thee rest upon

That was for mankines boote her soul aleese for on

Leudi milde, soft and swoot, ich crie merci, ich am thi mon

To honde bothen and to foot on allewise that ich kon

Erth tu of goode seede on thee lighte th'even dew

Of thee sprong that edi bleede th'oli gost it on thee sew

Bring us ut of kar, of dreede that Eve bitterlich us brew

Thu shalt us into hevne leede; wel sweet is us thet ilke dew

Moder ful of thewes heende, maide dreigh and wel itaugh

Ich am in thi luvebeende and to thee is al mi draught

Thu me schild ye from the feend, as thu art free and wilt and maught

And help me to mi lives eend and make with thi sune saught