17. Now syng we, syng we: Regina celi, letare!
1
Gabryell, that angell bryght,
Bryghtter than the son lyght,
From hevyn to erth he toke his flyght:
Regina celi, letare!
2
In Nazareth, in that cyte,
Be fore Mary he fell on kne,
And sayd: “Mary, God ys with the,”
Regina celi, letare!
3
“Hayle be thou, Mary of mytis most,
In the shall lyght the Holy Gost,
To saue the sowles þat were lost.”
Regina celi, letare!
4
Hayle be thou Mary, maydyn shen;
From the fendis that be so kene,
Thou kepe, & save vs all from tene!
Regina celi, letare!