Over the river and through the woods,

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 woods,

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 woods,

Trot fast my dapple-grey.

Spring over the ground like a hunting hound,

For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river and through the woods

Now Grandmother's face I spy.

Hurrah for the fun,is the pudding done?