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ETERNAL POWER OF THE SKY

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Jingle Bells

Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bobtail 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
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
O jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh 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
We ran into a drifted bank
And there we got upsot


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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 at me as I there lay
But quickly drove away


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Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young
Take the girls along
and sing this sleighing song
Just bet a bobtailed bay
Two forty as his speed
Hitch him to an open sleigh and crack!
You'll take the lead


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It's my honor to present my beautiful country !

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MONGOLIAN NEWS:

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My Native Land

by Natsagdorj Dashdorj (1906-1937)

The crystal rivers of sacred Kherlen, Onon and Tuul,
Brooks, streams and springs that bring health to all my people,
The blue lakes of Khovsgol, Uvs and Buir deep and wide,
Rivers and lakes where people and cattle quench their thirs;
This, this is my native land,
The lovely country my Mongolia.

The land of pure grasses waving in the breeze,
The land of open planning full of fantastic mirages,
Firm rocks and out-of-reach places where good men used to meet,
And the ancient ovoos the standing stones to gods and ancestors;
This, this is my native land,
The lovely country my Mongolia.

Land where in winter all is covered with snow and ice,
And the grasses twinkle like glass and crystal,
Land where in summer all is carpet of flowers,
And full of songbirds from the distant lands to the south;
This, this is my native land,
The lovely country my Mongolia.








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My home, sweet home

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