It’s impossible. It can’t be done. I have practiced and
rehearsed it, slowly enunciated it with deliberate carefulness… but it is not
possible to sing the third verse of “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear” without
sounding like Elmer Fudd when one comes to the line:
“…Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.”
“…Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.”
It always comes out as “wewery woad”
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