And a one and a two and…
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
The mention of the Feast of Stephen being the single only reason this is a Christmas song.
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Yeah, yeah, winter, got it.
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
Good. So you can see where you’re going while you freeze to death. Go inside!
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel.
Got to keep the car gassed up and heater all kerosened up.
Second verse!
“Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou know’st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?”
Getting kind of nosy.
“Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes’ fountain.”
He’s a wizard who will eat you. Better stay home.
Third verse!
“Bring me flesh, and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I shall see him dine
When we bear them thither.”
Leave people alone while they are eating!
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together;
Through the rude wind’s wild lament
And the bitter weather.
A lot of inter-class bonding in the NSA’s early years.
Fourth verse!
“Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how;
I can go no longer.”
See? Your voyeuristic ways are getting your assistant killed.
“Mark my footsteps, good my page.
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.”
These alternative medicine cures to hypothermia are weird.
Fifth verse!
In his master’s steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod
Which the saint had printed.
Ohhh, got you. Wencie was dropping them glove warmer things from his feet. Or something. I guess.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourselves find blessing.
Well, it beats getting mind-fucked by some ghosts Christmas Eve night at least.
