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Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,

When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;

Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,

When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel.



"Hither, page, and stand by me, if you know'st, telling,

Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"

"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;

Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain."



"Bring me food, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:

You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither."

Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;

Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather.


"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blow stronger;

Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer."

"Mark my footsteps, my good page. Tread now in them boldly

You shalt find the winter's rage freeze your blood less coldly."


In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;

Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed.

Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,

You who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.


Mirror lyrics:

You who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.

Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,

Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed.

In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;


You shalt find the winter's rage freeze your blood less coldly."

"Mark my footsteps, my good page. Tread now in them boldly

Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer."

"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blow stronger;


Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather.

Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;

You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither."

"Bring me food, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:



Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;

Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"

"Hither, page, and stand by me, if you know'st, telling,



When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel.

Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,

When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;

Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,


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