Peasants & Pages
Green Matthews
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The King sits in his oaken hall In his robes so rich and fine-o He's gnawing on a roasted haunch And drinking blood-red wine-o And pine logs crackle in the hearth And fill the room with cheer-o Upon the board lie meat and cheeses Puddings, pies and beer-o The wind blows chill and raw without Snow blankets the horizon And through the storm a figure plods Who catches the King's eye "Come hither, page - who is that man Out there, pray do me tell-o Why does he trudge through frost and rime and whither does he dwell-o?" "Good sire," the gentle page replied "I know not how he's named-o But sure his hovel yonder lies Beyond the holy spring "Then bundle up these rinds and skins Likewise these scraps and bones-o We'll take them them to his home straightways Where he dwells all alone-o" "He'll never have such a feast beheld As we bring him this night-o And in his joy and nourishment I'll take such a delight-o For is it not the season when The great give to the least-o So bundle up the remnants of The yester's Yuletide feast-o" They set out through the wind and snow In front the King so bold-o Behind the little page bent low The pack across his shoulder The snow fell fast, the frost crept in The wind roared ever colder Beneath the heavy pack the page Sank low and ever lower "Good sire, the burden weighs me down The chill me overcomes-o I have no shoes to warm my feet They're lifeless and they're numb-o" "Fear not my page for my fine boots Are lined with fleece and fur-o Place your feet in the prints I leave They'll warm you to the marrow" Late was the hour when they arrived At the hovel of the fellow "Why what a poor, mean place is this!" So loud the King he said-o He flung the door wide there to find The man beside the bed-o A-weeping and grieving For his wife and babe so dead-o "A tragedy!" the King exclaimed "What cruel fate has done so To take this poor man's wife and child Upon the feast of Stephen? How could such a cruel thing unfold Upon the Christmas season? "Good sire," the page replied "I will Tell to you the very reason." "In summer this man's wife fell sick In autumn then his babe-o But taxes still he had to find And carried on to labour-o His taxes paid, no gold remained To pay for food and nursing-o And so they both grew sicker still And ever since been worsening-o" The taxes went unto the Crown This poor man's overlord-o He laboured for your comfort, sire And see now his reward-o A bundle of cold scraps and rind As sop for Christmas given But this poor gift can ne'er bring back His loved ones no more living." But let it now be always told How on one feast of Stephen The good King and his page went forth On deep snow crisp and even And let one good deed cancel out The ill deeds of the ages For tales tell of the deeds of kings Not of peasants nor of pages
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