Good King Wenceslas
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear them thither

Page and Monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather.