Jingle Bells

Dashing through the bush, in a rusty Holden Ute, Kicking up the dust, esky in the boot, Kelpie by my side, singing Christmas songs, It's Summer time and I am in my singlet, shorts and thongs Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!, Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute. Engine's getting hot; we dodge the kangaroos, The swaggie climbs aboard, he is welcome too. All the family's there, sitting by the pool, Christmas Day the Aussie way, by the barbecue. Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!, Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute. Come the afternoon, Grandpa has a doze, The kids and Uncle Bruce, are swimming in their clothes. The time comes 'round to go, we take the family snap, Pack the car and all shoot through, before the washing up. Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!, Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

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

В сильный снегопад мы с хохотом Катаемся на санках по полям. Нам весело от звона колокольчиков на упряжи нашей лошадки. Как здорово нынче кататься и петь эту санную песенку! Припев: Звените, колокольчики, звените не переставая! Как же здорово кататься на санях. Звените, колокольчики, звените не переставая! Как же здорово кататься на санях. Пару дней назад я надумал покататься, И вскоре мисс Фанни Брайт уже сидела рядышком со мной. Лошадка у нас была кожа да кости, видно, ей с рожденья не везло, Она увязла в сугробе, и мы полетели вверх тормашками. Припев Должен вам рассказать, что пару дней назад Я вышел из дому в снегопад и опрокинулся навзничь. Мимо на санях ехал какой-то франт, Он расхохотался, видя, как неуклюже я упал, и умчался прочь. Припев Пока земля бела, а ты молод — не теряй время: Забирай с собой девчонок и айда петь эту санную песенку. Только возьми гнедую лошадку, ту, что порезвей, Запрягай ее в пустые сани, и, хоп, ты будешь править. Припев