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Verse 1
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Good King Wenceslaus
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looked out on the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about,
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deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night,
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though the frost was cruel
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When a poor man came in sight,
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Gathering winter fuel.
Hither, page, and stand by me,
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If thou know'st it telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he,
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Where and what his dwelling?
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Sire, he lives on Woodley Pence,
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Underneath the mountain,
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Riding against the forest fence
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by Saint Agnes' fountain
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Bring me flesh and bring me wine,
bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
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when we bathe in thither
Page and monarch forth they went,
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forth they went together
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Through the rude winds wild lament,
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And the bitter weather.
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Sire, the night is darker now,
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And the wind blows stronger,
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Fails my heart, I know not how,
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I can go no longer.
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Mark my footsteps,
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Tread thou in them boldly,
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Thou shalt find the winter's rage,
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freeze thy blood less coldly.
In his master's steppe he trod,
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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!
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Shall yourselves find blessing!
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