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(To the tune of “Yankee Doodle”)

The pilgrims came across the sea,
And never thought of you and me
And yet, it's very strange the way
We think of them on Thanksgiving Day.

We tell their story old and true,
Of how they sailed across the blue.
And found a new land to be free,
And built their homes quite near the sea.

Every child knows well the tale
Of how they bravely turned the sail,
And journeyed many a day and night
To worship God as they thought right.