Biografia:
John Mason Neale (24 January 1818 - 6 August 1866), was an English priest, scholar and hymn-writer.
He was born in London, his parents being the Revd Cornelius Neale and Susanna Neale, daughter of Dr John Mason Good. He was educated at Trinity College, Cambridge, where (despite being said to be the best classical scholar in his year) lack of ability in mathematics prevented him taking an honours degree.[1] John Mason Neale was named after the Puritan clergyman and hymn writer John Mason (1645-1694), of whom his mother Suranna was a descendant.
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[Verse 1]
G Em G D
Good King Wenceslas looked out
C G
on the feast of Stephen
G Em G D
When the snow lay round about
C G
deep and crisp and even
G G Em
Brightly shone the moon that night
C G
though the frost was cruel
G C Em D
When a poor man came in sight
G D Em C G
gathering winter fu - el
[Verse 2]
G Em G D
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
C G
If thou know'st it, telling,
G Em G D
Yonder peasant, who is he?
C G
Where and what his dwelling?"
G G Em
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
C G
Underneath the mountain;
G C Em D
Right against the forest fence,
G D Em C G
By Saint Agnes' foun - tain."
[Verse 3]
G Em G D
"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
C G
Bring me pine logs hither:
G Em G D
Thou and I will see him dine,
C G
When we bear them thither."
G G Em
Page and monarch, forth they went,
C G
Forth they went together;
G C Em D
Thro' the rude wind's wild lament
G D Em C G
And the bitter wea - ther.
[Verse 4]
G Em G D
"Sire, the night is darker now,
C G
And the wind blows stronger;
G Em G D
Fails my heart, I know not how,
C G
I can go no longer."
G G Em
Mark my footsteps, good my page;
C G
Tread thou in them boldly:
G C Em D
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
G D Em C G
Freeze thy blood less cold - ly."
[Verse 5]
G Em G D
In his master's steps he trod,
C G
Where the snow lay dinted;
G Em G D
Heat was in the very sod
C G
Which the saint had printed.
G G Em
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
C G
Wealth or rank possessing,
G C Em D
Thou who now will bless the poor,
G D Em C G
Shall yourselves find bles - sing.
G Em G D
Good King Wenceslas looked out
C G
on the feast of Stephen
G Em G D
When the snow lay round about
C G
deep and crisp and even
G G Em
Brightly shone the moon that night
C G
though the frost was cruel
G C Em D
When a poor man came in sight
G D Em C G
gathering winter fu - el
[Verse 2]
G Em G D
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
C G
If thou know'st it, telling,
G Em G D
Yonder peasant, who is he?
C G
Where and what his dwelling?"
G G Em
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
C G
Underneath the mountain;
G C Em D
Right against the forest fence,
G D Em C G
By Saint Agnes' foun - tain."
[Verse 3]
G Em G D
"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
C G
Bring me pine logs hither:
G Em G D
Thou and I will see him dine,
C G
When we bear them thither."
G G Em
Page and monarch, forth they went,
C G
Forth they went together;
G C Em D
Thro' the rude wind's wild lament
G D Em C G
And the bitter wea - ther.
[Verse 4]
G Em G D
"Sire, the night is darker now,
C G
And the wind blows stronger;
G Em G D
Fails my heart, I know not how,
C G
I can go no longer."
G G Em
Mark my footsteps, good my page;
C G
Tread thou in them boldly:
G C Em D
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
G D Em C G
Freeze thy blood less cold - ly."
[Verse 5]
G Em G D
In his master's steps he trod,
C G
Where the snow lay dinted;
G Em G D
Heat was in the very sod
C G
Which the saint had printed.
G G Em
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
C G
Wealth or rank possessing,
G C Em D
Thou who now will bless the poor,
G D Em C G
Shall yourselves find bles - sing.
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