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Over the River and Through the Wood

The original piece had six verses:

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,
to Grandfather's house away!

We would not stop for doll or top,
for 'tis Thanksgiving Day.
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—
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—
When Grandmother sees us come,
She will say, "O, dear, the
children are here,
bring a pie for everyone."
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!

The following verses appear
in a "long version":
Over the river, and through
the wood,
with a clear blue winter sky,
The dogs do bark, and
children hark,
as we go jingling by.
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,
no matter for winds that blow;
Or if we get the sleigh upset
into a bank of snow
Over the river, and through
the wood,
to see little John and Ann;
We will kiss them all, and
play snow-ball
and stay as long as we can.
Over the river, and through
the wood,
trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground like a
hunting-hound!
For 'tis Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river, and through
the wood,
Old Jowler hears our bells.
He shakes his paw, with a
loud bow-wow,
and thus the news he tells.

* ** * * * * * * *

Thanksgiving Time
By Langston Hughes (1921)

When the night winds whistle through the trees and blow
the crisp brown leaves
a-crackling down,
When the autumn moon is big
and yellow-orange and round,
When old Jack Frost is sparkling
on the ground,
It’s Thanksgiving Time!
When the pantry jars are full of mince-meat and the shelves are laden with sweet spices for a cake,
When the butcher man sends up a turkey nice and fat to bake,
When the stores are crammed with everything ingenious cooks
can make, It’s Thanksgiving Time!
When the gales of coming winter outside your window howl,
When the air is sharp and cheery so it drives away your scowl,
When one’s appetite craves turkey and will have no other fowl,
It’s Thanksgiving Time!

HOW TO OBSERVE
THANKSGIVING
~~Author Unknown.~~

Count your blessings instead
of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of
your losses.
Count your joys instead of
your woes;
Count your friends instead
of your foes.
Count your smiles instead
of your tears;
Count your courage instead
of your fears.
Count your full years instead
of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead
of your mean.
Count your health instead of
your wealth;
Count on God instead of yourself.

Thanksgiving
By Old Rhyme

The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared
their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway~
Thanksgiving comes again!


 

 

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