Thanksgiving Day (An Excerpt) by Lydia Maria Child










Thanksgiving Day

(An Excerpt)

by Lydia Maria Child


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, 

To have a first-rate play. 

Hear the bells ring, 

"Ting-a-ling-ding!" 

Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!