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Over the river and thru the wood, |
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To grandfather's house we go; |
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The horse knows the way |
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To carry the sleigh, |
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Thru the white and drifted snow, oh! |
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Over the river and thru the wood, |
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Oh, how the wind does blow! |
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It stings the toes, |
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And bites the nose, |
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As over the ground we go. |
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Over the river and thru the wood, |
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To have a first-rate play; |
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Oh, hear the bell ring, |
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"Ting-a-ling-ling!" |
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Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day-ay! |
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Over the river and thru the wood, |
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Trot fast my dapple gray! |
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Spring over the ground, |
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Like a hunting hound! |
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For this is Thanksgiving Day. |
