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Good King Wenceslas
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Good King Wenceslas Lyrics

Good King Wenceslas looked out
on the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
deep and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon that night
tho' the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st 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 them 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."
"Mark my footsteps, good my page. Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;
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

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