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Good King Wenceslas Irish Rovers

Tekst piosenki i chwyty na gitarę

  • Chwyty na gitarę Katarzyna Szostak
1. GGood King Wen..Dces..Glas looked out, Con the DFeast of GStephen.
When the snow Dlay Ground about, Cdeep and Dcrisp and Geven.
Brightly shone the Dmoon that Gnight, Cthough the Dfrost was Gcru..el.
DWhen a poor man e came in Dsight, Cgathering Dwinter e fu.Cu.Gel.

2.
'GHither, Page, Dand Gstand by me, Cif thou Dknow'st it, Gtelling.
Yonder peas..Dant, Gwho is he?..CWhere and Dwhat his Gdwelling?'
'Sire, he lives a Dgood league Ghence, CunderDneath the Gmountain.
DRight against the e forest Dfence, Cby Saint DAgnes' e Foun.Cou.Gtain.'

3.
'GBring me meat Dand Gbring me wine, Cbring me Dpine logs, Ghither.
Thou and I Dshall Gsee him dine, Cwhen we Dbear him Gthither.'
Page and Monarch Dforth they Gwent, Cforth they Dwent, toGgether.
DThrough the rude wind's e wild lamDent, Cand the Dbitter e we..Ca..Gther.

5.
'GSire, the night Dis Gdarker now, Cand the Dwind blows Gstronger.
Fails my heart, DI Gknow not how, CI can Dgo no Glonger.'
'Mark my footsteps, my Dgood GPage, Ctread thou Din them, Gboldly.
DThou shalt find the e winter's Drage, Cfreeze thy Dblood less e co..Cld..Gly.'

5.
GIn his Dmaster's Gsteps he trod, Cwhere the Dsnow lay Gdinted.
Heat was in Dthe Gvery sod, Cwhich the DSaint had Gprinted.
Therefore, Christian Dmen, be Gsure, Cwealth or Drank poss..Gessing.
DYe who now will e bless the Dpoor, Cshall yourDselves find e ble..Css..Ging.


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