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Song-Good King Wenceslas Artist-Misc Christmas Transcribed By-Oldreich87
FGood King Wenceslas last looked out Fon the fG7east of FStephen Fwhen the snow lay round about Fdeep and cG7risp and eFven FBrightly shown the moon that night Fthough the fG7rost was cFruel Fwhen a Empoor man cAame in sight Fgathering G7winter Ffuel
Hither, page, and stand by me. If thou know it telling: yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain, right against the forest fence by Saint Agnes fountain. Bring me flesh, and bring me wine. Bring me pine logs hither. Thou and I will see him dine when we bear the thither. Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger. Fails my heart, I know not how. I can go no longer. Ark my footsteps my good page, tread thou in them boldly: Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly. In his master's step he trod, where the snow lay dented. Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing, ye who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.