Bad King Wenceslas: A Song for Christmas |
[Nov. 19th, 2011|11:51 pm]
Miss Von Trapp
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[ | Mood |
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| | go figure | ] | I shall be recording this at some point as it is traditional to release a song for Christmas...
Here's the words so you can learn it for the candlelit service.
Bad King Wenceslas
Bad King Wenceslas look'd out On the Feast of Stephen Saw the bodies strewn about Limbs all hack'd and bleedin' Brightly shone the moon that night And the wolves did howell Just one poor man left in sight For to disembo-ow-ell
"Hither, Page, and stand by me If thou know'st it telling Yonder victim who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence Halfway up the mountain Trapped beneath that barbed wire fence By St Agnes Fountain"
"Bring me flesh and bring me wine Bring me pine-logs hither Thou and I will hear him whine When I eat his liver" Page and Monarch forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter weather
"Sire, the night is darker now And the wolves howl stronger Fails my heart, I know not how I can go no longer" "Mark my footsteps good, my Page Tread thou in them boldly Thou shalt find my murd'rous rage Freeze thy blood less coldly"
In his Master's steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted Blood filled up the very sod Which the mad King printed Till they reach'd the peasant's door Bound and gagged and bled him Disembowelled him on the floor Took him off for roasting
King and Page dined well that night What a Christmas supper! And the corpses were a sight Glazed in garlic butter Therefore, Christian men be sure Wealth or rank possessing Ye who now will roast the poor What a feast you're getting!
(c) Miss Von Trapp 19.11.11 |
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