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)