Good king wenceslas chords and lyrics - HARRY SECOMBE

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[Verse 1]
[G]Cor[C]n K[D]ing Wenc[G]eslas
looked proud
[C]on the feast of [G]Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
[C]deep and [G]crisp and even,
Brightly shone the moon that [Em]night,
[C]though the frost was [G]cruel,
When a [C]poor man came in [G]sight,
[C]gathering winter [G]fuel.[C]
[D]Hear the[G] page and stand by me,
If thou most it telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what is dwelling?
Sir, he lives a goodly kents
[C]Underneath the mountain,
[G]Right against the for[C]est fen[G]ce
By St. Agnes' [C]fountain.
[G]Bring me flesh and bring me wine,
[C]bring me pine logs hither,
[G]Thou and I will see him dine
[C]when we bathe and thither.
[G]Age and modern,
forth they [Em]went,
[C]forth they went to[G]gether,
Through the [C]rude winds, [G]wild [D]lament,
[G]and the bitter [Em]weath[C]er.
[G][C][G][C]
[G][Bm][Em][C][G][C][Em][C][Em][D]
[G]Sor[Em]row t[C]he[G] night is da[C]rker now[G],
[C]and the wind blows [G]stronger.
Feels my [C]heart, I [G]know not how,
[C]I can go no [G]longer.
Mark my footsteps, good my [Em]page,
[C]tread the wind and boldly.
Thou [G]shalt find the [C]winter's [D]rage
[G]freeze thy [C]blood less [G]coldly.[C]
[D]In his[G] master's steps
he trod [C]where the snow lay [G]dinted,
It was in the very sod
[C]which the saint had prin[G]ted.
[C]Therefore, Chris[G]tian men, be sure,
[C]Wealth or rank possessing,
[G]Ye who now wil[C]l ble[G]ss the poo[F]r,
[G]Show yourselves fine [Em]bless[C]ing!