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G                               C               G Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen G                              C                  G When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. G        C         Em7       D      C                 G Brightly shone the moon that night, tho the frost was cruel G      Em7      C       D      Em7       D      G C G When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel. G                             C                   G Hither, page, an stand by me, if thou knowest it, telling G                          C                  G Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? G        C       Em7         D      C              G Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain G     Em7         C      D      Em7    D     G C G Right against the forest fence, by St. Agnes fountain. G                                 C                  G Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither G                             C                 G Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither. G        C        Em7        D     C                 G Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together G           Em7        C      D    Em7     D       G C G Through the rude winds wild lament and the bitter weather. Instrumental:   G   C   G    G   Em7   C   D   Em7   D   G   C   G G                              C                 G Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blow stronger G                               C           G Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. G       C          Em7           D     C           G Mark my footsteps, my good page. Tread now in them boldly G          Em7      C       D     Em7        D          G C G Thou shalt find the winters rage, freeze thy blood less coldly. G                              C                  G In his masters' steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted G                         C                   G Heat was in the very sod, which the saint had printed. G          C         Em7     D     C              G Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing G      Em7      C         D     Em7       D           G C G Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.