Here is my mother's version which she learned in Georgia in the 20's I think....

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 drifting snow....

Over the river and through the woods
Speed fast, my dapple grey,
Spring over the ground
Like a hunting hound
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

[First half of second verse is lost. Don't know if Mom lost it, or I did. Drat that Age-Assisted ADD!]

... Over the river and through the woods,
Now Grandmother's house I spy
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

I learned a lot of songs this way, folk-processed by the folks in Georgia. For example, Mom said that "Buffalo Gals" was sung as "Alabama Gals" when she was growing up.

Well, you know, they say the folk processor does to songs, what a food processor does to food....

Thanks for all these verses. I suspect we still don't quite have the song, as published (as compared and contrasted to/with the poem). No sheet music on Levy's I guess?

Rita

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