| Over The River and Through The Woods |
| O-ver the riv-er and through the woods, To grand-fa-ther's house we go; The horse knows the way To car-ry the sleigh, Through the white and drift-ed snow-oh. O-ver the riv-er and through the woods, Oh how the wind does blow! It stings the toes, and bites the nose, As o-ver the ground we go. O-ver the riv-er and through the woods, To have a first-rate play; Oh hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ling!" Hur-rah for Thanks-giv-ing Day. O-ver the riv-er and through the woods, Trot fast my dap-ple gray! Spring o-ver the ground, Like a hunt-ing hound! For this is Thanks-giv-ing Day. O-ver the riv-er and through the woods, And straight through the barn-yard gate, We seem to go ex-treme-ly slow. It is so hard to wait! O-ver the riv-er and through the woods, Now grand-moth-er's cap I spy! Hur-rah for the fun! Is the pud-ding done? Hur-rah for the pump-kin pie! O-ver the riv-er and through the woods, To grand-fa-ther's house we go; The horse knows the way To car-ry the sleigh, Through the white and drift-ed snow-oh. O-ver the riv-er and through the woods, Oh how the wind does blow! It stings the toes, and bites the nose, As o-ver the ground we go. |
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