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| Over the river and through the woods To Grandpa’s house we go The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through 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 To have a first-rate play. Hear the bells ring, Ting-a-ling-ling! Hurrah 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 woods, And straight through the barnyard gate. We seem to go Extremely slow It is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the woods Now Grandmother's cap I spy! Hurrah for fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie! Happy Thanksgiving! |
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