To myn heyȝ hallys I haste me in my way;
ȝe mynstrelle of myrthe, blowe up a good blast,
Whylle I go to chawmere and chaunge myn array.
Primus Rex. Heyl be the kynges tweyne,
fferre rydyng out of ȝour regne!
Me thynkyth be ȝour presentes seyne,
ȝe sekyn oure Savyour.
ffro Saba have I folwyd fferre
The glemynge of ȝon gay sterre;
A chyldys blood xal bye us dere,