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Concert Band


Good King


Good King Wenceslas looked out

on the feast of Stephen,
When 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, and stand by me

if thou knows it telling:
Yonder peasant, who is he?

Where and what his dwelling?”

“Sire, he lives a good league hence

underneath the mountain

right against the forest fence,
by the Saint Agnes’ fountain”

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