Synge we to thys mery cumpane
Gwerith Ealdormerus, letare.
Young maide, blessyd thou be;
Strong of arm in archery,
Lade of stars, thus lyve we:
Gwerith Ealdormerus, letare.
Thow art minion of Sibylla, fre;
Now art thou cooke in mageste,
Hayl doughter, hail suster ful of gle!
Gwerith Ealdormerus, letare.
Lo, this curteys Crown of degree
Nygle, Adrielle, decree
A Wulfen Cub maketh We,
Gwerith Ealdormerus, letare.
At Wassail, celebrate We,
In Bryniau Tywnnog We see,
Year forty-eight of society,
Gwerith Ealdormerus, letare.
By THLaird Colyne Stewart, based on Sing We To This Merry Company, date unknown. http://www.luminarium.org/medlit/medlyric/singwe.php
:: Synge we to thys mery cumpane:
Regina celi, letare.::
Holy maide, blessyd thou be;
Godys sone is born of the,
The fader of heven, thus lyve we:
Regina celi, letare.
Thow art emperesse of heaven, fre;
Now art thou moder in mageste,
Y-knytte in the blessed trinite;
Regina celi, letare.
Hayl wyf, hayl maide, bright of ble!
Hayl doughter, hail suster ful of pite!
Hayl cosyn to the persones thre!
Regina celi, letare.
Lo, this curteys Kynge of degre
Wole be thy sone with solempnite:
Mylde Mary, this ys thy fee.
Regina celi, letare.
Ther fore knele we on oure kne;
Thy blysful berthe now worshype we
With this songe of melode:
Regina celi, letare.
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