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—
 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,
 And straight to the barn-yard gate.
      It seems we go
      Extremely slow,—
 It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood—
 Now grandmother's cap I spy!
      Hooray for the fun!
      Is the pudding done?
 Hooray for the pumpkin-pie!

Over the river, and through the wood,
 To have a first-rate play.
      Oh hear the bell ring
      "Ting-a-ling-ling",
 Hooray 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 wood,
 To grandmother'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
 Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
      Spring over the ground,
      Like a hunting-hound!
 For this is Thanksgiving Day.

      Spring over the ground,
      Like a hunting-hound!
 For this is Thanksgiving Day.