Good King Wenceslas look'd out
on the Feast of Stephen,
when the snow lay 'round about,
deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night,
tho' the frost was cruel,
when a poor man came in sight,
gath'ring winter fuel.
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Agenda werkplaats
27 september 2026
Zingen
Koor op school
11 oktober 2026
Instrumentaal
Ukelele spelen
25 oktober 2026
Zingen
Koordag
29 oktober 2026
Instrumentaal
Bamboefluit bouwen
1 november 2026
Dans & beweging
Bewegend zingen met kleuters
8 november 2026
Zingen
Zingen met je klas
1.
2.
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
if thou know'st 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."
if thou know'st 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.
"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,
thro' the rude wind's wild lament
and the bitter weather.
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,
thro' the rude wind's wild lament
and the bitter weather.
4.
"Sire, the night is darker now,
and the wind blows stronger,
fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page,
tread thou in them boldly,
thou shalt find the winter's rage
freeze thy blood less coldly."
and the wind blows stronger,
fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page,
tread thou in them boldly,
thou shalt find the winter's rage
freeze thy blood less coldly."
5.
In his master's steps he trod,
where the snow lay dinted;
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.
where the snow lay dinted;
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.