X:1
T:Good King Wenceslas 
M:4/4
L:1/4
Z:Kevin Goess 12/06/2005
C:Piae Cantiones, 1582, M. Neale, 1853
Q:180
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w:Good King Wen-ces-las looked out On the feast of Ste-phen,
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w:When the snow lay round a-bout, Deep and crisp and e-ven;
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w:Bright-ly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cru-el,
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w:When a poor man came in sight, Gath-'ring win-ter fu_el.
W:
W:(King)
W:'Hither, page, and stand by me;
W:If thou know'st it, telling--
W:Yonder peasant, who is he?
W:Where and what his dwelling?'
W:(Page)
W:'Sire he lives a good league hence,
W:Underneath the mountain,
W:Right against the forest fence,
W:By Saint Agnes' fountain.'
W:
W:(King)
W:'Bring me flesh, and bring me wine!
W:Bring me pine logs hither!
W:Thou and I will see him dine
W:When we bear them thither.'
W:(Narr) 
W:Page and monarch forth they went,
W:Forth they went together,
W:Through the rude wind's wile lament
W:And the bitter weather.
W:
W:(Page)
W:'Sire, the night is darker now,
W:And the wind blows stronger;
W:Fails my heart, I know not how,
W:I can go no longer.'
W:(King)
W: 'Mark my footsteps, good my page,
W:Tread thou in them boldly:
W:Thou shalt find the winter's rage
W:Freeze thy blood less coldly.'
W:
W:(Narr) In his master's steps he trod,
W:Where the snow lay dinted;
W:Heat was in the very sod
W:Which the saint had printed.
W:Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
W:Wealth or rank possessing,
W:Ye who now will bless the poor
W:Shall yourselves find blessing.