G              D    G               C      D        G
Good King Wen..ces..las looked out, on the Feast of Stephen.
              D   G            C        D         G
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
                   D         G      C          D         G
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cru..el.
D               Em      D      C         D      Em C G
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fu.u.el.

#2.
 G             D   G            C       D           G
'Hither, Page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling.
             D    G           C         D        G
Yonder peas..ant, who is he?..Where and what his dwelling?'
                  D           G      C    D         G
'Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain.
D                 Em     D      C        D      Em   C  G
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' Foun.ou.tain.'

#3.
 G             D   G              C        D          G
'Bring me meat and bring me wine, bring me pine logs, hither.
           D     G             C       D        G
Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear him thither.'
                 D          G     C          D       G
Page and Monarch forth they went, forth they went, together.
D                       Em      D    C       D      Em  C  G
Through the rude wind's wild lament, and the bitter we..a..ther.

#4.
 G               D  G           C       D          G
'Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger.
                D G             C     D     G
Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.'
                       D    G     C          D        G     
'Mark my footsteps, my good Page, tread thou in them, boldly.
D                   Em       D     C          D          Em  C   G
Thou shalt find the winter's rage, freeze thy blood less co..ld..ly.'

(INTERLUDE:FLUTE:)

#5.
G      D        G              C         D        G
In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted.
            D   G         C         D         G
Heat was in the very sod, which the Saint had printed.
                     D       G     C         D          G 
D               Em        D     C         D           Em   C   G
Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find ble..ss..ing.