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

Though the frost was cruel

When a poor man came in sight

Gath'ring winter fuel

Hither page and stand by me

If thou know'st it 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 bread and bring me wine

Bring me pine logs hither

Thou and I will see him dine

When we bear him thither

Page and monarch forth they went

Forth they went together

Through the rude wind's wild lament

And the bitter weather

In his master's steps he trod

Where the snow lay dinted

Heat was in the very sod

Which the Saint had printed

Therefore every men be sure

Wealth or rank possessing

Ye who now will bless the poor

Shall yourselves find blessing

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