[00:00.01]Loreena Mckennitt - Good King Wenceslas
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[00:32.68]Good King Wenceslas looked out
[00:35.55]On the Feast of Stephen
[00:38.34]When the snow lay 'round about
[00:41.25]Deep and crisp and even
[00:44.23]Brightly shone the moon that night
[00:47.17]Though the frost was cruel
[00:50.04]When a poor man came in sight
[00:53.09]Gath'ring winter fuel
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[00:59.00]"Hither, page, and stand by me,
[01:01.88]If thou know'st it, telling
[01:04.73]Yonder peasant, who is he?
[01:07.59]Where and what his dwelling?"
[01:10.71]"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
[01:13.55]Underneath the mountain
[01:16.58]Right against the forest fence
[01:19.31]By Saint Agnes' fountain."
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[01:51.73]"Sire, the night is darker now
[01:54.59]And the wind blows stronger
[01:57.62]Fails my heart, I know not how
[02:00.47]I can go no longer."
[02:03.53]"Mark my footsteps, my good page
[02:06.36]Tread thou in them boldly
[02:09.31]Thou shall find the winter's rage
[02:12.19]Freeze thy blood less coldly."
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[02:18.25]In his master's step he trod
[02:20.98]Where the snow lay dinted
[02:23.96]Heat was in the very sod
[02:26.96]Which the Saint had printed
[02:29.82]Therefore, Christian men, be sure
[02:32.75]Wealth or rank possessing
[02:35.77]Ye, who now will bless the poor
[02:38.66]Shall yourselves find blessing.
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