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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.
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Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandfather's house away!
We would not stop for doll or top,
for 'tis Thanksgiving Day.
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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.
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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!
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Over the river, and through the wood,
when Grandmother sees us come.
She will say, "O, dear, the children are here,
bring a pie for everyone."
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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!
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Over the river, and through the wood,
with a clear blue winter sky.
The dogs do bark, and children hark,
as we go jingling by.
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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!
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Over the river, and through the wood,
no matter for winds that blow.
Or if we get the sleigh upset,
into a bank of snow.
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Over the river, and through the wood,
to see little John and Ann.
We will kiss them all, and play snow-ball,
and stay as long as we can.
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Over the river, and through the wood,
trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound,
for 'tis Thanksgiving Day.
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Over the river, and through the wood,
Old Jowler hears our bells.
He shakes his pow, with a loud bow-wow,
and thus the news he tells.

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โ€” "The New-England Boy's Song about Thanksgiving Day" by Lydia Maria Child.
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