| Good King Wenceslas looked out
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| On the Feast of Stephen
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| When the snow lay 'round about
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| Deep and crisp and even
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| Brightly shone the moon that night
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| Though the frost was cruel
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| When a poor man came in sight
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| Gath’ring winter fuel
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| (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| (Ba-da-dada)
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| Bring me mead and bring me wine
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| Bring me pine logs hither
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| Thou and I will see him dine
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| When we bear him thither
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| Page and monarch forth they went
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| Forth they went together
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| Through the rude wind’s wild lament
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| And the bitter weather
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| (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| (Ba-da-dada)
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| In his master’s steps he trod
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| Where the snow lay dinted
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| Heat was in the very sod
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| Which the Saint had printed
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| Therefore, Christian folk, be sure
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| Wealth or rank possessing
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| Ye who now will bless the poor
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| Shall yourselves find blessing
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| Blessing
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| Let our kindness shine alight
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| Let our kindness shine alight
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| Let our kindness shine alight
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| Let our kindness shine alight
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| Let our kindness shine alight
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| Let our kindness shine alight
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| (Let our kindness shine alight)
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| (Let our kindness shine alight)
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| Let it shine, shine, shine
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| Let our kindness shine alight
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| Let our kindness shine
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| Let our kindness shine alight
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| Let our kindness shine |