Irish Rovers - Good king wenceslas

^FGood King Wen..^Gces..^Flas looked out, ^Fon the ^GFeast of ^FStephen. When the snow ^Glay ^Fround about, ^Fdeep and ^Gcrisp and ^Feven. Brightly shone the ^Gmoon that ^Fnight, ^Fthough the ^Gfrost was ^Fcru..el. ^GWhen a poor man ^Amcame in ^Gsight, ^Fgathering ^Gwinter ^Amfu.^Fu.^Fel.

'^FHither, Page, ^Gand ^Fstand by me, ^Fif thou ^Gknow'st it, ^Ftelling. Yonder peas..^Gant, ^Fwho is he?..^FWhere and ^Gwhat his ^Fdwelling?' 'Sire, he lives a ^Ggood league ^Fhence, ^Funder^Gneath the ^Fmountain. ^GRight against the ^Amforest ^Gfence, ^Fby Saint ^GAgnes' ^AmFoun.^Fou.^Ftain.'

'^FBring me meat ^Gand ^Fbring me wine, ^Fbring me ^Gpine logs, ^Fhither. Thou and I ^Gshall ^Fsee him dine, ^Fwhen we ^Gbear him ^Fthither.' Page and Monarch ^Gforth they ^Fwent, ^Fforth they ^Gwent, to^Fgether. ^GThrough the rude wind's ^Amwild lam^Gent, ^Fand the ^Gbitter ^Amwe..^Fa..^Fther.

'^FSire, the night ^Gis ^Fdarker now, ^Fand the ^Gwind blows ^Fstronger. Fails my heart, ^GI ^Fknow not how, ^FI can ^Ggo no ^Flonger.' 'Mark my footsteps, my ^Ggood ^FPage, ^Ftread thou ^Gin them, ^Fboldly. ^GThou shalt find the ^Amwinter's ^Grage, ^Ffreeze thy ^Gblood less ^Amco..^Fld..^Fly.'

^FIn his ^Gmaster's ^Fsteps he trod, ^Fwhere the ^Gsnow lay ^Fdinted. Heat was in ^Gthe ^Fvery sod, ^Fwhich the ^GSaint had ^Fprinted. Therefore, Christian ^Gmen, be ^Fsure, ^Fwealth or ^Grank poss..^Fessing. ^GYe who now will ^Ambless the ^Gpoor, ^Fshall your^Gselves find ^Amble..^Fss..^Fing.