A Charm by the Holy Rood

Helpe, crosse, fayrest of tymbris three,
In braunnchys berynge bothe frute & flowr!
Helpe, banere beste my fon to doo flee,
Staf & strencthynge full of socowr!
On londe, on see, where žat I be,
Fro fyir brennynge be me by-forne,
Now Cristis tree, sygne of žyte,
Helpe me euir I be nowght lorne

Source: Robbins

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