Good King Wenceslas

GOOD KING WENCESLAS John M Neale F Bb F ||: Good King Wen ces | las looked out tt | On the feast of | Ste ee phen nn | ||: Bring me flesh and | bring me wine ee | Bring me pine logs | hi ii ther rr | Bb C7 F | When the snow lay | round a bout tt | Deep and crisp and | ee ee ven nn | | Thou and I will | see him dine ee | When we  bear him | thi ii ther rr | C7 Dm Bb F | Bright ly shone the | moon that night tt | Though the frost was | cru uu el ll | | Page and mon arch | forth they went tt | Forth they went to | geth hh er rr | F C7 F C7 F C7 F Bb F | When a poor man | came in sight tt | Gath ‘ring win ter | fu uu uu uu | el ll ll ll | | Thru the rude winds | wild la ment tt | And the bit ter | wea aa aa aa | ther rr rr rr | F Bb C7 F | Hith er page and | stand by me ee | If thou knowst it | tell ll ing gg | | Sire the night is | dark er now ww | And the wind blows | strong gg er rr | ||: In his mas ters | steps he trod dd | Where the snow lay | dint tt ed dd | Bb C7 F | Yon der peas ant | who is he ee | Where and what his | dwell ll ing gg | | Fails my heart I | know not how ww | I can go no | long gg er rr | | Heat was in the | ve ry sod dd | Which the Saint had | print tt ed dd | Dm Bb C7 F | Sire he lives a | good league hence ee | Un der neath the | moun nn tain nn | | Mark my foot steps | my good page ee | Tread thou in them | bold dd ly yy | | There fore Chris tian | men be sure ee | Wealth or rank po | ssess ss ing gg | C7 F C7 F C7 F Bb | Right a gainst the | for est fence ee | By Saint Ag nes' | fo oo un nn | | Thou shalt find the | win ters rage ee | Freeze thy blood less | co oo oo oo | | Ye who now will | bless the poor rr | Shall your selves find | bless ss ss ss |   F F F 1. | tain nn nn nn :|| 2. | ly yy yy yy :|| 3. | ing gg gg gg ||