A Boy's Thanksgiving Day

by Lydia Maria Child
1844

  
  
  

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 woodó
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 woodó
And straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait!

  
  
  

Over the river, and through the woodó
Now Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

  
  
  


  
  
  

Last revised October 2011.