F
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?
F
Where and what his dwelling?
F
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
F
Thou and I will see him dine
Bb               F
When we bear the thither
F
Page and monarch, forth they went
F
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
F
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
F
Where the snow lay dented
F
Heat was in the very sod
C                   F
Which the saint had printed
F
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
C
Wealth or rank possessing
F
Ye who now will bless the poor
C                     Bb    F     C    F
Shall yourselves find ble-essing