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[G]Good King [Em]Wen[D]cen[G]las look-ed [D]out [C]on [G]the [C]feast [D7]of [G]Stephen
[G]when the [Em]snow [D]lay [G]round a[D]bout, [C]deep [G]and [C]crisp [D7]and [G]even
[G]brightly shone[D7] the [G]moon [D7]that [Em]night, [C]though [G]the [C]frost [D7]was [G]cruel
[G]when a [C]poor [B7]man [Em]came in [D7]sight [G]gathe[C]ring [D]winter [Em]f---[C]u---[G]el
.
[G]"Hither, [Em]page,[D] and [G]stand by [D]me, [C]if [G]thou [C]know'[D7]st [G]telling,
[G]yonder [Em]peas[D]ant, [G]who is [D]he? [C]Where [G]and [C]what [D7]his [G]dwelling?"
[G]"Sire, he lives [D7]a g[G]ood [D7]league [Em]hence, [C]un[G]der[C]neath [D7]the [G]mountain,
[G]right a[C]gainst [B7]the [Em]forest [D7]fence, [G]by [C]Saint [D]Agnes [Em]fou[C]nt[G]ain."

"[G]Bring me [Em]flesh and [G]bring me [D]wine, [C]bring me pine [D7]logs [G]hither
[G]thou and [Em]I will [G]see him [D]dine, [C]when we bear [D7]them [G]thither."
[G]Page and mon[D7]arch, [G]forth they [Em]went, [C]forth they went[D7] to[G]gether
[G]through the [C]rude wind's [Em]wild la[D7]ment [G]and the [D]bitter [Em]wea[C]th[G]er.

"[G]Sire the [Em]night is [G]darker [D]now, [C]and the wind [D7]blows [G]stronger;
[G]fails my [Em]heart, I [G]know not [D]how; [C]I can go [D7]no [G]longer."
"[G]Mark my foot[D7]steps, [G]my good [Em]page; [C]tread thou in [D7]them [G]boldly;
[G]thou shalt [C]find the [Em]winter's [D7]rage [G]freeze thou [D]blood less [Em]col[C]dl[G]y."

[G]In his [Em]master's [G]steps he [D]trod, [C]where the snow [D7]lay [G]dinted;
[G]heat was i[Em]n the [G]very [D]sod [C]which the saint [D7]had [G]printed.
[G]Therefore, Chris[D7]tian [G]men, be [Em]sure, [C]wealth or rank [D7]pos[G]sessing,
[G]ye who [C]now will [Em]bless the [D7]poor [G]shall your[D]self find [Em]ble[C]ssi[G]ng.