Carol of the Songs
God rest ye, good King Wenseslas,
Who watches flocks by night.
Sweet silver bells and figgy pudding,
All is calm, all is bright.
Frosty wind made moan
To the running of the fa-la-la-la.
The lily-white boys, let us adore him,
Following yonder star.
Good master and good mistress,
Sing that glorious song of old –
The silent stars go by, on high,
To touch their harps of gold.
Once in royal, two French Hens,
I saw three ships among the hay.
So hark the herald, deck the halls,
In a one-horse open sleigh.
Rhyming Couplets 