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 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 the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie
Thank you to all my teachers from Owasco Elementary School in Auburn, NY who faithfully every year had our whole class sing this song right before Thanksgiving break! Thank you Mrs. Northrup, Mrs. Chapin, Mrs. Burgette, and Mrs. VanArsdale for all the wonderful memories. You were the best! Michele, your grateful student from the 1970's.
(This Thanksgiving song originally appeared as a poem written by Lydia Maria Child in Flowers for Children, volume 2, in 1844. The painting is by Anna Mary Robertson Moses, "Over the River to Grandma's house", 1947)