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 'tis Thanksgiving Day

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—
And straight through the barnyard gate
Wе seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait!

Ovеr 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."

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!