Letra de Edi Beo Thu, Heven Quene

Edi beo thu heven quene folkes froove & 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 & 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 & 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