creativeHere'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
