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Thanksgiving Day

Lydia Maria Child
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 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!

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Lydia Maria Child

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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.

Over the river, and through the wood, 
To grandfather's house away! 
    We would not stop 
    For doll or top, 
For 't is Thanksgiving Day.

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