Thanksgiving Day (Over the River)

        Thanksgiving Day

       by Lydia Maria Child

Over the river and through the woods,

To Grandmother's house we go!

The horse knows the way,

To carry the sleigh,

Through white and drifted snow.

Over the river and through the woods,

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 woods,

And through the barnyard gate!

We seem to go,

Extremely slow,

It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the woods,

Now Grandmother's cap I spy!

Hooray for the fun!

Is the pudding done?

Hooray for the pumpkin pie!