A hero for the world

Good king wenceslas

A hero for the world
Good king wenceslas looked out
On the feast of stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shine 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 know 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 pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear the thither
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind’s wild lament
And the bitter weather, yeah!

Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how
I can go no longer

Mark my footsteps my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter’s rag
Freeze thy blood less coldly

Yeah!

In his master’s step he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the saint had printed
Therefore, all good men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing

In his master’s step he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the saint had printed
Therefore, all good men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing

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