The Roches - Good king wenceslas

^GGood King Wenceslas looked out, ^Con the Feast of ^GStephen When the snow lay round about, ^Cdeep and crisp and ^Geven Brightly ^Cshone the ^Gmoon that ^Emnight, ^Cthough the frost was ^Gcruel When a ^Cpoor man ^Emcame in ^Dsight, ^Ggathering winter ^Emfue^Cl_^G__

Hither page and stand by me, ^Cif thou knowest, ^Gtelling Yonder peasant, who is he? ^CWhere and what his ^Gdwelling? Sire, he ^Clives a ^Ggood league ^Emhence, ^Cunderneath the ^Gmountain Right ^Cagainst the ^Emforest ^Dfence, ^Gby St. Agnes ^Emfoun^Ctai^Gn

Bring me flesh and bring me wine, ^Cbring me pine logs ^Ghither Thou and I shall see him dine, ^Cwhen we bear them ^Gthither Page and ^Cmonarch, ^Gforth they ^Emwent, ^Cforth they went to^Ggether Through the ^Crude winds ^Emwild la^Dment ^Gand the bitter ^Emweat^Cher^G__

Sire, the night is darker now, ^Cand the wind blows ^Gstronger Fails my heart, I know not how, ^CI can go no ^Glonger Mark my ^Cfootsteps, ^Gmy good ^Empage, ^Ctread thou in them ^Gboldly Thou shalt ^Cfind the ^Emwinter's ^Drage, ^Gfreeze thy blood less ^Emcol^Cdl^Gy

In his masters' steps he trod, ^Cwhere the snow lay ^Gdinted Heat was in the very sod, ^Cwhich the saint had ^Gprinted Therefore, ^Cevery^Gone be ^Emsure, ^Cwealth or rank pos^Gsessing Ye who ^Cnow shall ^Embless the ^Dpoor, ^Gshall ^Cyour^Gselves ^Dfind ^Embles^Csin^Gg