OF on that is so fayr and bright 
   Velut maris stella, 
Brighter than the day is light, 
   Parens et puella: 
Ic crie to the, thou see to me, 
Levedy, preye thi Sone for me, 
   Tam pia, 
That ic mote come to thee 
   Maria. 

Al this world was for-lore 
   Eva peccatrice, 
Tyl our Lord was y-bore 
   De te genetrice. 
With ave it went away 
Thuster nyth and comz the day 
   Salutis; 
The welle springeth ut of the, 
   Virtutis. 

Levedy, flour of alle thing, 
   Rose sine spina, 
Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king, 
   Gratia divina: 
Of alle thu ber'st the pris, 
Levedy, quene of paradys 
   Electa: 
Mayde milde, moder es 
   Effecta.