Over the river, and through the wood,- To Grandfather's house we go;
- The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
- through the white and drifted snow.
- Over the river, and through the wood—
- Oh, how the wind does blow!
- It stings the toes and bites the nose
- As over the ground we go.
- Over the river, and through the wood,
- To have a first-rate play.
- Hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ding",
- Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
- Over the river, and through the wood
- Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
- Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound,
- For this is Thanksgiving Day.
- Over the river, and through the wood—
- And straight through the barnyard gate,
- We seem to go extremely slow,
- It is so hard to wait!
- Over the river, and through the wood,
Now Grandmother's cap I spy! - Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
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"Over the River and through the Wood" is a Thanksgiving song by Lydia Maria Child.
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