| Lyrics: | GOOD KING WENCESLAS
Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen.
When the
snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the
frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.
Hither page
and stand by me if thou knowst it telling
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his
dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the
forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me
pinelogs hither
Thou and I will see him dine when we bear them thither
Page and monarch
forth they went, forth they went together
Through the rude winds wild lament, and the bitter
weather.
Sire the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart I
know now how, I can go no longer.
Mark my footsteps my good page, tread thou in them
boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly.
In his
master's steps he trod where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod which the saint had
printed
Therefore Christian men be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless
the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
@seasonal @carol @Xmas
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