Good King Wenceslas

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Good King Wen..ces..las 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 cru..el.
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When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fu.u.el.

#2.
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'Hither, Page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling.
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Yonder peas..ant, 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' Foun.ou.tain.'

#3.
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'Bring me meat and bring me wine, bring me pine logs, hither.
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Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear him 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 we..a..ther.

#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..ld..ly.'

(INTERLUDE:FLUTE:)

#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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Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find ble..ss..ing.