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Nicolas lived a long time ago now.
Tales of his deeds may not all be true.
Some could be fact, some could be fiction.
Who can decide? We’ll leave it to you.
Like the story of the pickled boys.
Tell us what happened there!
Three boys were on a pilgrimage,
Staying at an inn where the landlord fell on hard times.
He put the young men in a pot,
Added vinegar and a touch of salt and spices.
Are you telling us they ate the boys?
How could they stomach it?
A vision of Saint Nicolas came to rescue them. Amen.
So many tales, so many legends.
How many things can one man achieve?
Some could be fact, some could be fiction.
How do we know which ones to believe?
What about the soldiers in the jail?
Tell us what happened there!
Three soldiers were condemned to die,
Without proper trial, by Eustathius of Myra.
He ordered their beheading.
People gathered round to observe the execution.
Are you telling us they got the chop?
What a pain in the neck!
Saint Nicolas had heard the news
And he set them free again.
Eustathius bowed down to him;
Asked for blessing. Amen
So many tales, so many legends.
How many things can one man achieve?
Some could be fact, some could be fiction.
How do we know which ones to believe?
Which ones to believe?