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Good Wenceslaus looked out on the feast of Stephen.
When the lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the that night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering fuel.

Hither and stand by me if thou knowst it telling
peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.

Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me hither
Thou and I will see him dine when we bear them
Page and forth they went, forth they went together
Through the rude wild lament, and the bitter weather.

Sire the night is darker now, and the wind blows
Fails my heart, I not how, I can go no longer.
Mark my my good page, tread thou in them boldly
Thou find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly.