| Hear the sledges with the bells
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| Silver bells
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| What a world of merriment
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| Their melody foretells
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| How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
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| In the icy air of night
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| All the heavens seem to twinkle
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| With a crystalline delight
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| Keeping time, time, time
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| With a sort of Runic rhyme
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| From the tintinnabulation
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| That so musically wells
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| From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
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| From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
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| Hear the mellow wedding bells
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| Golden bells
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| What a world of happiness
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| Their harmony foretells
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| Through the balmy air of night
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| How they ring out their delight
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| Through the dances and the yells
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| And the rapture that impels
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| How it swells
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| How it dwells
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| On the future
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| How it tells
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| From the swinging and the ringing of the molten golden bells
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| Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
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| Of the rhyming and the chiming of the bells
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| Hear the loud alarum bells
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| Brazen bells
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| What a tale of terror now
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| Their turbulency tells
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| Much too horrified to speak
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| Oh, they can only shriek
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| For all the ears to know
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| How the danger ebbs and flows
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| Leaping higher, higher, higher
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| With a desperate desire
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| In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire
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| With the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
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| With the clamor and the clanging of the bells
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| Hear the tolling of the bells
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| Iron bells
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| What a world of solemn thought their monody compels
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| For all the sound that floats
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| From the rust within our throats
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| And the people sit and groan
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| In their muffled monotone
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| And the tolling, tolling, tolling
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| Feels a glory in the rolling
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| From the throbbing and the sobbing
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| Of the melancholy bells
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| Oh, the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
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| Oh, the moaning and the groaning of the bells |