Chords for Song Video: Good King Wenceslas
Tempo:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] Good King Wenceslas looked out [G] on the feast [D] of steel,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crest and deep.
Brightly shone [Bm] the moon that night, though the frost was [D] cruel,
While a poor man came in sight, gathering [G] winter fuel.
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Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st a tell,
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what is dwelling?
Sire, he lives [Bm] at Goodly Kyns, underneath the [D] mountain,
Right against the forest fence, [G] by St.
Agatha's [D] fountain.
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[D] Bring me bread and bring me wine, bring me thine odds, hither,
Thou and I will see him dine, when we dare them hither.
Page and monarch, both they went, forth they went to gather,
Through the blued lands, wild and lent, and [G] the bitter [D] weather.
[A] [D] Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,
Vails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.
Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou and rumble,
Wash up thine low winter's rage, breathe thy blood, last [A] glory.
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[D] In his master's steps he trod, where the snow they dinted,
He was in the very spot, which the saint had printed.
Therefore all you men be sure, a home he possesseth,
Now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
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[D] Good King Wenceslas looked out [G] on the feast [D] of steel,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crest and deep.
Brightly shone [Bm] the moon that night, though the frost was [D] cruel,
While a poor man came in sight, gathering [G] winter fuel.
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Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st a tell,
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what is dwelling?
Sire, he lives [Bm] at Goodly Kyns, underneath the [D] mountain,
Right against the forest fence, [G] by St.
Agatha's [D] fountain.
[A] [D]
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[D] Bring me bread and bring me wine, bring me thine odds, hither,
Thou and I will see him dine, when we dare them hither.
Page and monarch, both they went, forth they went to gather,
Through the blued lands, wild and lent, and [G] the bitter [D] weather.
[A] [D] Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,
Vails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.
Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou and rumble,
Wash up thine low winter's rage, breathe thy blood, last [A] glory.
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[D] In his master's steps he trod, where the snow they dinted,
He was in the very spot, which the saint had printed.
Therefore all you men be sure, a home he possesseth,
Now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
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_ _ _ _ [D] _ Good King Wenceslas looked out [G] on the feast [D] of steel,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crest and deep.
_ Brightly shone [Bm] the moon that night, though the frost was [D] cruel,
While a poor man came in sight, gathering [G] winter fuel.
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Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st a tell,
_ Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what is dwelling?
Sire, he lives [Bm] at Goodly Kyns, underneath the [D] mountain,
Right against the forest fence, [G] by St.
Agatha's _ _ [D] fountain. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] Bring me bread and bring me wine, bring me thine odds, hither,
Thou and I will see him dine, when we dare them hither. _
Page and monarch, both they went, forth they went to gather,
Through the blued lands, wild and lent, and [G] the bitter _ _ [D] weather. _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,
Vails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.
Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou and rumble, _
Wash up thine low winter's rage, breathe thy blood, last _ _ [A] glory.
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[D] In his master's steps he trod, where the snow they dinted,
He was in the very spot, which the saint had printed.
Therefore all you men be sure, a home he _ possesseth,
Now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find _ _ blessing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [D] _ Good King Wenceslas looked out [G] on the feast [D] of steel,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crest and deep.
_ Brightly shone [Bm] the moon that night, though the frost was [D] cruel,
While a poor man came in sight, gathering [G] winter fuel.
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Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st a tell,
_ Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what is dwelling?
Sire, he lives [Bm] at Goodly Kyns, underneath the [D] mountain,
Right against the forest fence, [G] by St.
Agatha's _ _ [D] fountain. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] Bring me bread and bring me wine, bring me thine odds, hither,
Thou and I will see him dine, when we dare them hither. _
Page and monarch, both they went, forth they went to gather,
Through the blued lands, wild and lent, and [G] the bitter _ _ [D] weather. _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,
Vails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.
Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou and rumble, _
Wash up thine low winter's rage, breathe thy blood, last _ _ [A] glory.
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[D] In his master's steps he trod, where the snow they dinted,
He was in the very spot, which the saint had printed.
Therefore all you men be sure, a home he _ possesseth,
Now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find _ _ blessing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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