Key: F
Introduction:
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Good King Wenceslas looked out
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On the feast of Stephen
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When the snow lay round about
C F
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shown the moon that night
C F
Though the frost was cruel
C
When a poor man came in sight
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Gathering winter fuel
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Hither, page, and stand by me
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Yonder peasant, who is he?
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Where and what his dwelling?
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Sire, he lives a good league hence
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Underneath the mountain
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Right against the forest fence
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By Saint Agnes fountain
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Bring me flesh, and bring me wine
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Bring me pine logs hither
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Thou and I will see him dine
Bb F
When we bear the thither
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Page and monarch, forth they went
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Forth they went together
C
Through the rude wind's wild lament
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And the bitter weather
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Sire, the night is darker now
Bb F
And the wind blows stronger
F
Fails my heart, I know not how
Bb F
I can go no longer
C F
Ark my footsteps my good page
C
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
F Bb C
Freeze thy blood less coldly
F
In his master's step he trod
F
Where the snow lay dented
F
Heat was in the very sod
C F
Which the saint had printed
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Therefore, Christian men, be sure
C
Wealth or rank possessing
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Ye who now will bless the poor
C Bb F C F
Shall yourselves find ble-essing