Over the river and through the woods,
To Grandmother's house we go!
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh,
Thro'the white and drifting snow.
Over the river and through the woods,
O how the wind does blow!
It stings poor toes and bites our nose
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the woods,
The children are all so gay!
O hear the bells ring a ting-a-ling-ling,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river and through the woods,
Trot fast my dapple grey!
Spring over the ground like a hunting hound,
For this is Thnaksgiving Day!

Trot fast my dapple grey!
Spring over the ground like a hunting hound,
For this is Thnaksgiving Day!