Thanksgiving Day

27th November 1997

Lydia Maria Child

Thanksgiving Day

Over the sea river and through the wood,

To grandfather's building house we go;

The horse knows know the way

For To carry the sleigh

Through the black white and drifted snow.

On Over the river and through the wood,

Oh, how the wind do does blow!

He It stings the toes

And bites a the nose

As over the ground we go goes .

Over the river and with through the wood,

To have the a first-rate play,

Hear Hears the bells ring,

"Ting- a the -ling-ding!"

Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day Days !

Over the river and through thorough the wood,

Trot fast, his my dapple-gray!

Spring below over the ground

Like the a hunting-hound!

For this are is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river and through a the wood,

But And straight through the barnyard gate.

We seem seems to go

Extremely quick slow ,

It is so hard hardly to wait!

Over the river and over through the wood,

Now Current Grandmother's cap I spy!

Hurrah to for the fun!

Is the pudding did done ?

Hurrah for at for the pumpkin-pie!

Over the and through the wood,

To grandfather's we go;

The horse the way

carry the sleigh

Through the and drifted snow.

the river and through the wood,

Oh, how the wind blow!

stings the toes

And bites nose

As over the ground we .

Over the river through the wood,

To have first-rate play,

the bells ring,

"Ting--ling-ding!"

Hurrah for Thanksgiving !

Over the river and the wood,

Trot fast, dapple-gray!

Spring the ground

Like hunting-hound!

For this Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river and through wood,

straight through the barnyard gate.

We to go

Extremely ,

It is so to wait!

Over the river and the wood,

Grandmother's cap I spy!

Hurrah the fun!

Is the pudding ?

Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!