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GOOD KING WENCESLAS-Christmas Carol-Villancico

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Uploaded on Nov 30, 2007

GOOD KING WENCESLAS with LYRICS below
IMAGES: SAINT WENCESLAUS I
DUKE OF BOHEMIA (907-935 A.D.)
Although Václav (Wenceslas) was, during his lifetime, only a duke, Holy Roman Emperor Otto I posthumously CONFERRED ON WENCESLAS (VACLAV) THE REGAL DIGNITY AND TITLE, and that is why, in the history of his life and song, he is referred to as a KING, the Rightfully called King Wenceslas I.
The lyrics of the carol are by John Mason Neale, Warden of Sackville College, East Grinstead, Sussex (1818-1866). He may have written his carol some time earlier, since he carried on the history of St. Wenceslas on which it is based in his Deeds of Faith (1849). Neale was known for his devotion to High Church traditions. According to older Czech sources, Neale's lyrics are a translation of a poem by Czech poet Václav Alois Svoboda, written in Czech, German and Latin.

MUSIC:THE SYMPHONETTE SOCIETY
EDITING: PETER HD
lyrics:
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.
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.
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.
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.

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