Over The River

Over the river and through the wood,

To Grandmother'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 barn yard 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?

Hurrah for the pumpkin pie?