THE NEW ENGLAND BOY'S SONG
          ABOUT THANKSGIVING DAY .

    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 !