Sky Diggers

Good King Wenceslas

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Good King Wenceslas

	  		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. 
		  

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