To grandmother's house we go

The horse knows the way

 To carry the sleigh,

Thru the white and drifted snow, oh!

Over the river and thru 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 thru the wood,

To have a first-rate play;

hear the bell ring, "Ting-a-ling-ling!"