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Over the River and Through the Woods |
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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, O! |
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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 |
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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, Hey! |
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Over the river and through the woods, Trot fast my dapple gray! Spring over the ground, like a hunting hound! For this is Thanksgiving Day, Hey |
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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! |
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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! |
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