Good King Wenceslas by Unknown
GOOD KING WENCESLAS
Good King Wenceslas 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 cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.
Hither page and stand by me if thou knowst it telling
Yonder peasant, 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'
fountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs
hither
Thou and I will see him dine when we bear them thither
Page and monarch forth they went, forth they went
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