THE NEW ENGLAND BOY'S SONG 
ABOUT THANKSGIVING DAY
by Lydia Maria Child
ca.1845
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 't is Thaksgiving 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, 
With a clear blue winter sky, 
The dogs do bark, 
And children hark, 
As we go jingling by . 
Over the river, and through the wood, 
To have a first-rate play— 
Hear the bells ring 
Ting a ling ding, 
Hurra for Thanksgiving day ! 
Over the river, and through the wood— 
No matter for winds that blow; 
Or if we get 
The sleigh upset, 
Into a bank of snow . 
Over the river, and through the wood, 
To see little John and Ann; 
We will kiss them all, 
And play snow-ball 
And stay as long as we can . 
Over the river, and through the wood, 
Trot fast, my dapple grey ! 
Spring over the ground, 
Like a hunting hound, 
For 't is Thanksgiving day ! 
Over the river, and through the wood, 
And straight through the barn-yard gate; 
We seem to go 
Extremely slow, 
It is so hard to wait . 
Over the river, and through the wood— 
Old Jowler hears our bells; 
He shakes his pow, 
With a loud bow wow, 
And thus the news he tells . 
Over the river, and through the wood— 
When grandmother sees us come, 
She will say, Oh dear, 
The children are here, 
Bring a pie for every one . 
Over the river, and through the wood— 
Now grandmother's cap I spy ! 
Hurra for the fun ! 
Is the pudding done ? 
Hurra for the pumpkin pie ! 
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Have a blessed Thanksgiving!
Lana
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