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Key of A
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Video #1: Here is a video of me performing the fiddle tune "Over the River and Through the Woods."
"The New-England Boy's Song about Thanksgiving Day", also known as "Over the River and Through the Wood", is a Thanksgiving poem by Lydia Maria Child. Written originally as a poem, it appeared in her Flowers for Children, Volume 2, in 1844. It celebrates her childhood memories of visiting her Grandfather's House. Lydia Maria Child was a novelist, journalist, teacher, and wrote extensively about the need to eliminate slavery.
The poem was eventually set to a tune by an unknown author. The song is sometimes presented with lines about Christmas, rather than Thanksgiving. Although the modern Thanksgiving holiday is not normally associated with snow, New England in the early 19th century was enduring the Little Ice Age, a colder era with earlier winters. (wikipedia.org)
Over the River and Through the Woods 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 drifted snow. Over the river and through the woods, 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 woods To have a full day of play. Oh, hear the bells ringing ting-a-ling-ling, For it is Thanksgiving Day. Over the river and through the woods, Trot fast my dapple gray; Spring o'er the ground like a hunting hound, For this is Thanksgiving Day. Over the river and through the woods And straight through the barnyard gate. It seems that we go so dreadfully slow It is so hard to wait. Over the river and through the woods, Now Grandfather's cap I spy. Hurrah for fun; the pudding's done; Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.