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Over the rivers and through the woods to grandmother's house we go.


the horse knows the way to carrying the sleigh through the white and drifting snow


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
And straight through the barnyard gate,


We seem to go extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait!