T:Good King Wenceslas
    C:Arranged for NAF by John Sarantos
    C:Traditional English
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    w:Good King Wen-~ces-las look out On the Feast of Ste-phen,
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    w:When the snow lay round a-~bout, Deep, and crisp and e-~ven;
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    w:Bright-~ly shone the moon that night though the frost was cru-~el,
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    w:When a poor man came in sight, Gath-~ring win-~ter fu-el._
    W:'Hither, page, and stand by me, if you know it, telling,
    W:Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?'
    W:'Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
    W:Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.'
    W:'Bring me food and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,
    W:You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither.'
    W:Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,
    W:Through the cold wind's wild lament and the bitter weather.
    W:'Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,
    W:Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer.'
    W:'Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread now in them boldly,
    W:You shall find the winter's rage freeze your blood less coldly.'
    W:In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;
    W:Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed.
    W:Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
    W:You who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.