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F                               F               F Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen F                              F                  F When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. F        F         Am7       G      F                 F Brightly shone the moon that night, tho the frost was cruel F      Am7      F       G      Am7       G      F F F When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel. F                             F                   F Hither, page, an stand by me, if thou knowest it, telling F                          F                  F Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? F        F       Am7         G      F              F Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain F     Am7         F      G      Am7    G     F F F Right against the forest fence, by St. Agnes fountain. F                                 F                  F Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither F                             F                 F Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither. F        F        Am7        G     F                 F Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together F           Am7        F      G    Am7     G       F F F Through the rude winds wild lament and the bitter weather. Instrumental:   F   F   F    F   Am7   F   G   Am7   G   F   F   F F                              F                 F Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blow stronger F                               F           F Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. F       F          Am7           G     F           F Mark my footsteps, my good page. Tread now in them boldly F          Am7      F       G     Am7        G          F F F Thou shalt find the winters rage, freeze thy blood less coldly. F                              F                  F In his masters' steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted F                         F                   F Heat was in the very sod, which the saint had printed. F          F         Am7     G     F              F Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing F      Am7      F         G     Am7       G           F F F Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.