Over the River and Through the Woods

Over the river, and through the wood,

To Grandfather'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 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!

by Lydia Marie Child 1844

We're off to Grandma & Grandpa's house for Thanksgiving.......