'Tis Time to Give Thanks

Over the river and through the woods

to Grandmother's house we go.

The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh

through the white and drifted snow. Oh!

Over the river and thru 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 thru the wood,

To have a first-rate play;

Oh, hear the bell ring,

"Ting-a-ling-ling!"

Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day-ay!

Over the river and through the woods

Trot fast my dapple gray.

Spring over the ground like a hunting hound

For this is Thanksgiving Day, Hey!

Over the river and through the woods

And through the barnyard gate.

We seem to go extremely slow

It is so hard to wait!

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