Good King Wenceslas chords by Bing Crosby

• Capo on 1st

Key: Eb

Intro:

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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 shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel
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When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fu-u-el

Verse 2:
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Hither page and stand by me, if thou know'st it tellin'
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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' fou-oun-tain)

Verse 3:
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Then 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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Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter wea-ea-ther

Verse 4:
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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 my good page, tread thou in them boldly
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Thou shalt find the winter's rage, freeze thy blood less co-old-ly

Verse 5:
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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 will now bless the poor, shall yourselves find ble-es-sing