Good King Wenceslaus

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
And 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
Gath'ring winter fuel

Hither page comes stand by me
If though knowest it telling
Yonder peasant who is he
Where and what his dwelling
Sire he lives a good league hence
Down beneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain

Bring me food and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
You and I shall see him dine
When we bear them thither
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the cold wind's wild lament
Through the bitter weather