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The original piece had twelve stanzas, though only four are typically included in the song. One stanza has the word that ends in the M sound rhyme with the word that ends in the N sound.
 
{{quote|<poem>Over the river, and through the woodwoods,
To Grandfather's house we go;
theThe horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
throughThrough the white and drifted snow.
 
Over the river, and through the woodwoods,
toTo Grandfather's house away!
We would not stop for doll or top,
forFor 'tis Thanksgiving Day.
 
Over the river, and through the wood—woods,
ohOh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose
asAs over the ground we go.
 
Over the river, and through the wood—woods,
andAnd straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow,
itIt is so hard to wait!
 
Over the river, and through the wood—woods,
When Grandmother sees us come,
She will say, "O, dear, the children are here,
bringBring a pie for everyone."
 
Over the river, and through the wood—woods,
nowNow Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!</poem>}}
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The following verses appear in a "long version":
 
{{quote|<poem>Over the river, and through the woodwoods,
withWith a clear blue winter sky,
The dogs do bark, and children hark,
asAs we go jingling by.
 
Over the river, and through the woodwoods,
toTo have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ding!",
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
 
Over the river, and through the woodwoods,
noNo matter for winds that blow;
Or if we get the sleigh upset
intoInto a bank of snow
 
Over the river, and through the woodwoods,
toTo see little John and Ann;
We will kiss them all, and play snow-ball
andAnd stay as long as we can.
 
Over the river, and through the woodwoods,
trotTrot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound!
For 'tis Thanksgiving Day.
 
Over the river, and through the woodwoods,
Old Jowler hears our bells.
He shakes his pow, with a loud bow-wow,<ref name="poetryfoundation.org"/>