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 with a few Wirrer Hear the page and stand by me, if thou knows to tell him

Yonder peasants who is he, where and what is dwelling Singing the so-good begins on the meat the mountain Ride against the forest fence by St. Agnes Fountain Bring me flesh and bring me wine Bring me pine logs hither Thou and I will see him dying when we bring them thither Page and monic forth they went

Forth they went together Through the rude winds while lament And the bitter weather He'll do it, he'll do it, he'll do it, he'll do it. Sky the night is darker now, and the wind grows stronger.

The ends my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer. Mark my footsteps, my good-page tread, thou in them boldly. Thou shall find the weirdest rage, Freeze thy bloodless coldly. In his master steps he trod, where the snow lay dated, He was in the very sod which the saint had created.

Therefore Christian men be sure to shuffle like Moses. He will now will bless the poor. Share yourselves my plan! Happy souls with a corn top high and a button.