Good King Wenceslas

This is the version performed by Uptown-on-Calhoun Morris.

1.     Walk around
   

   Good King Wenceslas looked out
   on the feast of Stephen,
   when the snow lay round about,
   deep and crisp and even.
   Brightly shown the moon that night,
   though the frost was cruel,
   when a poor man came in sight,
   gathering winter fuel.
   

2.     Small Rounds
   

   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.
   

3.     Blocks Left
   

   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.
   

4.     Lining Up
   

   Sire, the night is darker now,
   and the wind blows stronger.
   Fails my heart, I know not how.
   I can go no longer.
   Ark my footsteps my good page,
   tread thou in them boldly:
   Thou shalt find the winter's rage
   freeze thy blood less coldly.
   

5.     Horsham Hey
       (Do the second half of the Hey as the chorus, ending with All Out.)
   

   In his master's step he trod,
   where the snow lay dented.
   Heat was in the very sod
   which the saint had printed.
   Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
   wealth or rank possessing,
   ye who now will bless the poor
   shall yourselves find blessing.