Over the River and Through the Wood

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, trot fast my dapple gray! Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound! For ’tis 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— Old Jowler hears our bells; he shakes his paw with a loud bow-wow, and thus the news he tells.

Over the river and through the wood— when Grandmother sees us come, she will say, “Oh, dear, the children are here, bring pie for everyone.”

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!