Saturday, December 22, 2012

To Grandmother's House We Go


Over the River and through the woods
To Grandmother'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 woods
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 woods
and straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the woods
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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