Julius habet dies xxxi, luna xxx.
helpe vs euer to oure saluacioun.
O ye martires Martinian and Pro∣cesse,
Now alle oure floures begynne to fade;
In thys erthe, Martyne, ys but wreched∣nesse,
Sythe adam put thereyn hys spade.
Now mercifulle god, that alle thyng made,
And for the Translacion of seynt Thomas
Brynge vs onys to hys endeles solace.
Lo, now passeth chery feyre:
Therfore I pray yow, Bretheren seuen,
That I may be one of Benettys heyre,
Where as ye bene in the relykys of heuene.
Gentylle brother, brynge vs there euen—
That were to me a gracious fortune.
Now helpe therto, holy bysshop Swythine.
I mete a whyle with seynt Botolphe,
Now, seynt Kenelme, with the I mete,
Praying the hertyly, with seynt Ar∣nulphe,
Bryng vs to that daunsyng so swete.
A, gentylle mayden seynt Mergarete,
And virgyne praxed, 1 let me bere youre trayne,
And youres also, lady Magdaleyne!