Who is James Lord Pierpont

James Lord Pierpont (April 25, 1822 – August 5, 1893) was an American songwriter, arranger, organist, Confederate States soldier, and composer, best known for writing and composing "Jingle Bells" in 1857, originally titled "The One Horse Open Sleigh". He was born in Boston, Massachusetts, and died in Winter Haven, Florida. His composition "Jingle Bells" has become synonymous with the Christmas holiday and is one of the most performed and most recognizable songs in the world.

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James Lord Pierpont was born on April 25, 1822 in Boston, Massachusetts. His father, the Reverend John Pierpont (1785–1866), was a pastor of the Hollis Street Unitarian Church in Boston, an abolitionist and a poet. Robert Fulghum confused James with his father in the book It...
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Le_explorer_: "jingle bells" first published in 1857, it was written by james lord pierpont to be sung on thanksgiving, not christmas.
Hendrawk: thanks to james lord pierpont for this one
Balajir_testing: "jingle bells" is one of the best-known[1] and most commonly sung[2] american songs in the world. it was written by james lord pierpont (1822–1893) and published under the title "the one horse open sleigh" in september 1857.
Daredevil_hh616: "jingle bells" is one of the best-known[1] and most commonly sung[2] american songs in the world. it was written by james lord pierpont (1822–1893) and published under the title "the one horse open sleigh" in september 1857.
Balaji36480318: "jingle bells" is one of the best-known[1] and most commonly sung[2] american songs in the world. it was written by james lord pierpont (1822–1893) and published under the title "the one horse open sleigh" in september 1857.
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