LYDIA MARIA CHILD

Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; 10 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! 5 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; 10 Hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ding!" Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day! Over the river and through the wood, Trot fast, my dapple-gray! 15 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. 20 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! 5 Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!