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Thanksgiving Poem: To Grandmother’s House We Go

  
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Posted by | 9 November 2008 No Comment

No collection of Thanksgiving poems would be complete without this old time favorite Thanksgiving poem, To Grandmother’s House We Go, which is also a folk song. I remember singing it when I was a young child and continued the tradition with my own children. Now it’s time to teach it to our grandchildren.

To Grandmother’s House We Go is a great song to sing in the car to add quality time together while you’re busy rushing around getting ready for the coming holidays.

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, oh!

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,
To have a first-rate play;
Oh, hear the bells ring, “Ting-a-ling-ling!”
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day-ay!

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 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 wood –
Now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

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, oh!

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.

 ~ Author unknown ~

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