Posted on 11/19/2012 4:11:26 AM PST by Bulwinkle
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, with a clear blue winter sky. The dogs do bark and the 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!” Hurray for Thanskgiving 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 snowball 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 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— old Jowler hears our bells; he shakes his paw with a loud bow-wow, and thus the news he tells.
Over the river, and through the wood— when Grandmother sees us come, she will say, “O, dear, the children are here, bring 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!
“i had never seen the poem”
Me neither. I thought it was Grandmother’s house.
http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Hymns_and_Carols/over_the_river_grandfather.htm
Wondering why it was changed to “Grandmother’s House” too?
Cause Grandpa stated he was gay and Grandma moved out?
My mom used to sing this when we’d go to visit my grandfather at Christmas in a small town in Pennsylvania.
Divorce... she took gramps for everything
Divorce... she took gramps for everything
Over Rte 16 in Arlington and through the woods till you get to Governor’s avenue in Medford!
This gives a glimpse of what life was like in 1844—what people named their kids—and their dogs—what they ate for dessert, etc.
Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we ran
She wasn’t home, she liked to roam to Florida to get a good tan.
What we sang:
Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go;
The car knows the way, and Daddy will pay for the gas that makes it go...
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