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"A Boy's 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-
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.

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-
And straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood-
Now Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

Lydia Maria Child--1844

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