Biografía:
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]
Eb Eb
Good King Wenceslas looked out
Ab Bb Eb
on the feast of Stephen,
Eb Eb
when the snow lay round about,
Ab Bb Eb
deep and crisp and even.
Eb Eb
Brightly shown the moon that night,
Ab Bb Eb
though the frost was cruel,
Gm Cm
when a poor man came in sight,
Bb Ab Eb
gathering winter fu - el.
[Verse]
Eb Eb
Hither, page, and stand by me.
Ab Bb Eb
If thou know'st it telling:
Eb Eb
yonder peasant, who is he?
Ab Bb Eb
Where and what his dwelling?
Eb Eb
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Ab Bb Eb
under - neath the mountain,
Gm Cm
right against the forest fence
Bb Ab Eb
by Saint Agnes' foun - tain.
[Chorus]
F F
Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bb C F
Bring me pine logs hither
F F
Thou and I shall see him dine
Bb C F
When we bear them thither
F F
Page and monarch fother they went
Bb C F
Forth they went to - gether
Am Dm
Through the rude wind's wild lament
C Bb C
and the bitter wea - ther
[Bridge]
F5
Ooo
[Verse]
F F
Sire, the night is darker now
Bb C F
and the wind blows stronger
F F
Fails my heart I know not how
Bb C F
I can go no longer
F F
Mark my footsteps good my page
Bb C F
Tread now in them boldly
Am Dm
Though shall find the winter's rage
C Bb C
Freeze my blood less cold - ly
[Chorus]
G G
In his master's steps he trod
C D G
where the snow lay dinted
G G
Heat was in the very sod
C D G
which the saint had printed
G G
Therefore Christian men be sure
C D G
wealth or rank pos - sessing
Em Gm D
Ye who now will bless the poor
D Am G D C G
shall your - selves find bles - sing
[Outro]
D G
Eb Eb
Good King Wenceslas looked out
Ab Bb Eb
on the feast of Stephen,
Eb Eb
when the snow lay round about,
Ab Bb Eb
deep and crisp and even.
Eb Eb
Brightly shown the moon that night,
Ab Bb Eb
though the frost was cruel,
Gm Cm
when a poor man came in sight,
Bb Ab Eb
gathering winter fu - el.
[Verse]
Eb Eb
Hither, page, and stand by me.
Ab Bb Eb
If thou know'st it telling:
Eb Eb
yonder peasant, who is he?
Ab Bb Eb
Where and what his dwelling?
Eb Eb
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Ab Bb Eb
under - neath the mountain,
Gm Cm
right against the forest fence
Bb Ab Eb
by Saint Agnes' foun - tain.
[Chorus]
F F
Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bb C F
Bring me pine logs hither
F F
Thou and I shall see him dine
Bb C F
When we bear them thither
F F
Page and monarch fother they went
Bb C F
Forth they went to - gether
Am Dm
Through the rude wind's wild lament
C Bb C
and the bitter wea - ther
[Bridge]
F5
Ooo
[Verse]
F F
Sire, the night is darker now
Bb C F
and the wind blows stronger
F F
Fails my heart I know not how
Bb C F
I can go no longer
F F
Mark my footsteps good my page
Bb C F
Tread now in them boldly
Am Dm
Though shall find the winter's rage
C Bb C
Freeze my blood less cold - ly
[Chorus]
G G
In his master's steps he trod
C D G
where the snow lay dinted
G G
Heat was in the very sod
C D G
which the saint had printed
G G
Therefore Christian men be sure
C D G
wealth or rank pos - sessing
Em Gm D
Ye who now will bless the poor
D Am G D C G
shall your - selves find bles - sing
[Outro]
D G
John McGlynn
John McLaughlin
John ME
John Meisel
John Mellencamp
John Norum
John Ocallaghan
John Olav Nilsen (...)
John Otway
John Pantry