All the verses to "Over the River and Through the Woods"

Originally titled, "A Boy's Thanksgiving Day," Lydia Marie Child's peom first appeared in 1844 her book, "Flowers for Children." Child was a teacher, novelist, and journalist. Sound familiar?

Although I thought I knew all the verses, it turns out I didn't know most of them. I can still sing it, though, or, at least, warble a few notes that somewhat resembles singing.

         
          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 this is 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 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",

Hurrah for Thanksgiving 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 snow-ball,

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 this is 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 pow, 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, "Oh, dear, the children are here,

Bring a 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!