Bing Crosby – Good King Wenceslas (Guitar)

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(Between brackets: Judy Garland) [Intro] | D | A | D | [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