Dashing through the snow
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On a one-horse open sleigh,
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Over the fields we go,
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Laughing all the way;
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Bells on bob-tail ring,
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Making spirits bright,
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What fun it is to ride and sing
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A sleighing song tonight
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Jingle bells, jingle bells,
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Jingle all the way!
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O what fun it is to ride
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In a one-horse open sleigh
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A day or two ago,
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I thought I'd take a ride,
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And soon Miss Fanny Bright
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Was seated by my side;
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The horse was lean and lank;
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Misfortune seemed his lot;
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He got into a drifted bank,
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And we, we got upsot.
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Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
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Jingle all the way!
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What fun it is to ride
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In a one-horse open sleigh.
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A day or two ago,
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The story I must tell
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I went out on the snow
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And on my back I fell;
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A gent was riding by
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In a one-horse open sleigh,
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He laughed as there
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I sprawling lie,
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But quickly drove away.
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Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
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Jingle all the way!
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What fun it is to ride
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In a one-horse open sleigh.
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Now the ground is white
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Go it while you're young,
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Take the girls tonight
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And sing this sleighing song;
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Just get a bob-tailed bay
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Two-forty as his speed
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Hitch him to an open sleigh
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And crack! you'll take the lead.
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Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
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Jingle all the way!
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What fun it is to ride
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In a one-horse open sleigh.
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Jingle Bells
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