THANKSGIVING DAY. Over the river and through the wood, Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the woodOh, 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, To have a first-rate play. Hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ding!" 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 wood, We seem to go It is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the wood- Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie! LYDIA MARIA CHILD. |