Over the River

Over the river and thru the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go ;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh,
Thru the white and drifted snow, oh !

Over the river and thru 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 thru the wood,
To have a first-rate play ;
Oh, hear the bell ring, "Ting-a-ling-ling !"
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day-ay !

Over the river and thru 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 fun ! Is the pudding done ?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie !