Polyphonic Song: Edi beo thu hevene quene (Bonus Track)

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 the deorke nicht

Of thee sprong a leome 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

Thu ert eorthe to gode sede

On thee lighte the heovene deugh

Of thee sprong theo edi blede

The Holi Gost hire on thee seugh

Thu bring us ut of kare of drede

That Eve bitterliche us breugh

Thu sschalt us into heovene lede

Welle swete is the ilke deugh

Moder, ful of thewes hende

Maide dreigh and wel itaucht

Ic em in thine love bende

And to thee is al mi draucht

Thu me sschildghe from the feonde

Ase thu ert freo, and wilt and maucht

Help me to mi lives ende

And make me with thin sone isaught