Thanksgiving Day

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!"

For this is 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 for 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?

Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

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Written by Lydia Maria Child