Good King Wenceslas The Irish Rovers
Good King Wenceslas:TheIrish Rovers.
Album - Songs Of Christmas - 1999.
[G]Good King Wen..[D]ces..[G]las looked out, [C]on the [D]Feast of [G]Stephen.
When the snow [D]lay [G]round about, [C]deep and [D]crisp and [G]even.
Brightly shone the [D]moon that [G]night, [C]though the [D]frost was [G]cru..el.
[D]When a poor man [Em]came in [D]sight, [C]gathering [D]winter [Em]fu.[C]u.[G]el.
'[G]Hither, Page, [D]and [G]stand by me, [C]if thou [D]know'st it, [G]telling.
Yonder peas..[D]ant, [G]who is he?..[C]Where and [D]what his [G]dwelling?'
'Sire, he lives a [D]good league [G]hence, [C]under[D]neath the [G]mountain.
[D]Right against the [Em]forest [D]fence, [C]by Saint [D]Agnes' [Em]Foun.[C]ou.[G]tain.'
'[G]Bring me meat [D]and [G]bring me wine, [C]bring me [D]pine logs, [G]hither.
Thou and I [D]shall [G]see him dine, [C]when we [D]bear him [G]thither.'
Page and Monarch [D]forth they [G]went, [C]forth they [D]went, to[G]gether.
[D]Through the rude wind's [Em]wild lam[D]ent, [C]and the [D]bitter [Em]we..[C]a..[G]ther.
'[G]Sire, the night [D]is [G]darker now, [C]and the [D]wind blows [G]stronger.
Fails my heart, [D]I [G]know not how, [C]I can [D]go no [G]longer.'
'Mark my footsteps, my [D]good [G]Page, [C]tread thou [D]in them, [G]boldly.
[D]Thou shalt find the [Em]winter's [D]rage, [C]freeze thy [D]blood less [Em]co..[C]ld..[G]ly.'
(INTERLUDE:FLUTE:)
[G]In his [D]master's [G]steps he trod, [C]where the [D]snow lay [G]dinted.
Heat was in [D]the [G]very sod, [C]which the [D]Saint had [G]printed.
Therefore, Christian [D]men, be [G]sure, [C]wealth or [D]rank poss..[G]essing.
[D]Ye who now will [Em]bless the [D]poor, [C]shall your[D]selves find [Em]ble..[C]ss..[G]ing.
A Christmas carol from Kraziekhat.
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