Good King Wenceslas Traditional Transcriptions

Good King Wenceslas looked out

On the feast of Stephen

When the snow lay round about

Deep and crisp and even

Brightly shown 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 know 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 pine logs hither

Thou and I will see him dine

When we bear the thither

Page and monarch, forth they went

Forth they went together

Through the rude wind's wild lament

And the bitter weather