Downhere - Marc Martel - Good King Wenceslas Chords

I ask you, good king, whence the flask? _ _ _
_ _ _ Mmmmmmmmmm!
Good _ _ _ _ _ _ king, whence hast thou slept [C] out on the feast [G] of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about, [C] deep and crisp [G] and even?
_ Brightly shone the moon that [C] night, though the [G] frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering [C] winter few. _ _ _
_ Winter few!
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_ _ Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine, love's hither,
Thou and I will see him [C] dine, when we bear [Gm] him thither.
_ Page [G] and monarch, forth they went, [C] forth they went [G] together,
Through the rude winds, wild laments, and the [C] bitter _ wedge. _ _ _
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[G] Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,
Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.
[E] Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou in them boldly,
Thou shalt find the winter's rage, freeze thy blood [C] less cold. _
_ _ _ _ [G] In his master's steps he trod, where the [G] snow lay dinted,
He was in the very [C] sod, which the [G] saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, [C] wealth or rank [G] possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor, shall [C] yourselves find _ blessing. _ _ _
[G] Blessing! _ _ _ _ _ _
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