Lyrics by Lydia Maria Child. The tune is traditional.
Over the river and through the wood
To Grandfather's house we go
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through 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-ling!
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 fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurray for the pumpkin pie!