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