THANKSGIVING DAY.
Over the river and through the wood,To Grandfather’s house we go;The horse knows the wayTo carry the sleighThrough the white and drifted snow.Over the river and through the wood;Oh, how the wind does blow!It stings the toesAnd 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 goExtremely 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!Lydia Maria Child.
Over the river and through the wood,To Grandfather’s house we go;The horse knows the wayTo carry the sleighThrough the white and drifted snow.Over the river and through the wood;Oh, how the wind does blow!It stings the toesAnd 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 goExtremely 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!Lydia Maria Child.
Over the river and through the wood,To Grandfather’s house we go;The horse knows the wayTo carry the sleighThrough the white and drifted snow.
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 toesAnd bites the nose,As over the ground we go.
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,
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,
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 goExtremely slow,It is so hard to wait!
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!
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!
Lydia Maria Child.
Lydia Maria Child.