Good King Wenceslas

	  		Intro 
N.C. 
(trumpets) 


Verse 1:
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Good King Wenceslas looked out 
F 
On the feast of Stephen 
F 
When the snow lay round about 
C                  F 
Deep and crisp and even 

Brightly shown the moon that night 
C                    F 
Though the frost was cruel 
                C 
When a poor man came in sight 
F                     C  F 
Gathering winter fuel 

Verse 2:
 
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Hither, page, and stand by me 
Bb              F 
If thou know it telling: 
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Yonder peasant, who is he? 
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Where and what his dwelling? 
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Sire, he lives a good league hence 
               Bb 
Underneath the mountain 
                  F 
Right against the forest fence 
F 
By Saint Agnes fountain 

Verse 3:
 
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Bring me flesh, and bring me wine 
F 
Bring me pine logs hither 
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Thou and I will see him dine 
Bb               F 
When we bear the thither 
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Page and monarch, forth they went 
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Forth they went together 
                        C 
Through the rude wind's wild lament 
               F 
And the bitter weather 


Verse 4:
 
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Sire, the night is darker now 
Bb                 F 
And the wind blows stronger 
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Fails my heart, I know not how 
Bb          F 
I can go no longer 
C                F 
Ark my footsteps my good page 
C                  F 
Tread thou in them boldly: 
C 
Thou shalt find the winter's rage 
                      F      Bb    C 
Freeze thy blood less coldly 

Verse 5:
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In his master's step he trod 
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Where the snow lay dented 
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Heat was in the very sod 
C                   F 
Which the saint had printed 
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Therefore, Christian men, be sure 
C 
Wealth or rank possessing 
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Ye who now will bless the poor 
C                     Bb    F     C    F 
Shall yourselves find ble-essing