A Ballad of Our Lady [Ave Maria, gracia plena]
Hale,
sterne
superne,
hale
in
eterne,
In
Godis
sicht
to
schyne!
Lucerne
in
derne
for
to
discerne
Be
glory
and
grace
devyne;
Hodiern,
modern,
sempitern,
Angelicall
regyne!
Our
tern
inferne
for
to
dispern,
Helpe,
rialest
rosyne.
Ave
Maria,
gracia
plena!
Haile,
fresche
floure
femynyne!
Yerne
us
guberne,
virgin
matern,
Of
reuth
baith
rute
and
ryne.
Haile,
yhyng,
benyng,
fresche
flurising!
Haile,
Alphais
habitakle!
Thy
dyng
ofspring
maid
us
to
syng
Befor
His
tabernakle.
All
thing
maling
we
doune
thring
Be
sicht
of
His
signakle,
Quhilk
King
us
bring
unto
His
ryng
Fro
dethis
dirk
umbrakle.
Ave
Maria,
gracia
plena!
Haile,
moder
and
maide
but
makle!
Bricht
syng,
gladyng
our
languissing
Be
micht
of
thi
mirakle.
Haile,
bricht
be
sicht
in
Hevyn
on
hicht!
Haile,
day
sterne
orientale!
Our
licht
most
richt
in
clud
of
nycht
Our
dirknes
for
to
scale.
Hale,
wicht
in
ficht,
puttar
to
flicht
Of
fendis
in
battale!
Haile,
plicht
but
sicht!
Hale,
mekle
of
mycht!
Haile,
glorius
Virgin,
hale!
Ave
Maria,
gracia
plena!
Haile,
gentill
nychttingale!
Way
stricht,
cler
dicht,
to
wilsome
wicht
That
irke
bene
in
travale.
Hale,
qwene
serene!
Hale,
most
amene!
Haile,
hevinlie
hie
emprys!
Haile,
schene
unseyne
with
carnale
eyne!
Haile,
ros
of
Paradys!
Haile,
clene
bedene
ay
till
conteyne!
Haile,
fair
fresche
flour
delyce!
Haile,
grene
daseyne!
Hale,
fro
the
splene,
Of
Jhesu
genitrice!
Ave
Maria,
gracia
plena!
Thow
baire
the
Prince
of
Prys;
Our
teyne
to
meyne
and
ga
betweyne
As
humile
oratrice.
Hale,
more
decore
than
of
before,
And
swetar
be
sic
sevyne,
Our
glore
forlore
for
to
restore
Sen
thow
art
qwene
of
Hevyn!
Memore
of
sore,
stern
in
aurore,
Lovit
with
angellis
stevyne;
Implore,
adore,
thow
indeflore,
To
mak
our
oddis
evyne.
Ave
Maria,
gracia
plena!
With
lovingis
lowde
ellevyn.
Quhill
store
and
hore
my
youth
devore,
Thy
name
I
sall
ay
nevyne.
Empryce
of
prys,
imperatrice,
Bricht
polist
precious
stane;
Victrice
of
vyce,
hie
genitrice
Of
Jhesu,
Lord
Soverayne:
Our
wys
pavys
fro
enemys
Agane
the
Feyndis
trayne;
Oratrice,
mediatrice,
salvatrice,
To
God
gret
suffragane!
Ave
Maria,
gracia
plena!
Haile,
sterne
meridiane!
Spyce,
flour
delice
of
Paradys
That
baire
the
gloryus
grayne.
Imperiall
wall,
place
palestrall,
Of
peirles
pulcritud;
Tryumphale
hall,
hie
trone
regall
Of
Godis
celsitud;
Hospitall
riall,
the
Lord
of
all
Thy
closet
did
include;
Bricht
ball
cristall,
ros
virginall,
Fulfillit
of
angell
fude.
Ave
Maria,
gracia
plena!
Thy
birth
has
with
His
blude
Fra
fall
mortal
originall
Us
raunsound
on
the
Rude.
