ORDER: I V1 V2 V3 V4 E 

INTRO: G 

VERSE 1:   
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Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen
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When the snow lay round about deep and crisp and even
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Brightly shown the moon that night though the frost was cruel
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When a poor man came in sight Gathering winter fu   -    el


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


VERSE 3: 
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"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, Bring me pine logs hither:
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Thou and I will see him dine, When we bear them thither."
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Page and monarch, forth they went, Forth they went together;
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Thro' the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter weather.


VERSE 3: 
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"Sire, the night is darker now, And the wind blows stronger;
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Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer."
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Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:
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Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly."


VERSE 4:
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In his master's steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted;
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Heat was in the very sod Which the saint had printed.
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Therefore, Christian men, be sure, Wealth or rank possessing,
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Ye who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing.

ENDING: G 

Traditional, Public Domain