Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Jingle all the way.
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh.
Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Jingle all the way.
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh.
Dashing thro' the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh.
O'er the fields we go, laughing all the way.
Bells on bob-tails ring, making spirits bright,
what fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight.
A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright Was seated at my side
The horse was lean and lank Misfortune seemed his lot
He got into a drifted bank and then we got upsot.
Now the ground is white, Go it while you're young!
Take the girls tonight, And sing this sleighing song.
Just get a bobtail'd bay, Twoforty for his speed,
Then hitch him to an open sleigh And crack! You'll take the lead.
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Bjällerklang, bjällerklang, hör dess dinge-li-dång.
Flingor som nu virvlar om, i munter vintersång.
Följ oss ut, följ oss ut, Blacken travar på.
I hans spår, vår släde går, där höga furur stå.
Vi sitter under fällen, och snön omkring oss yr,
och inte förr'n till kvällen, vi färden hemåt styr.
Bjällerklang, bjällerklang, hör dess dinge-li-dång.
Flingor som nu virvlar om, i munter vintersång.
Ute faller snö, i spiltan Blacken står,
äter lungt sitt hö, när ljudet honom når.
Att selen lyftes ner, och framför släden snart,
med oss han sedan sig beger, iväg med väldig fart.
Bjällerklang, bjällerklang hör dess dinge-li-dång.
Flingor som nu virvlar om, i munter vintersång.
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