(Tune: Yankee Doodle)
 
The Pilgrims came across the sea,
From England faraway;
And now we always think of them,
When it’s Thanksgiving Day.
The Mayflower was their sailing ship,
Across the waves and foam,
They landed here on Plymouth Rock,
And this was their new home.
The bitter winter was so hard,
That many Pilgrims died.
By spring they had some growing crops,
And Indian friends besides.
When harvest time came they were glad,
They had learned many things.
The Indians joined them in a feast,
Their first Thanksgiving.
Some folks think that they were sad.
I think that they were gay.
We thank the Pilgrims everyone,
For our Thanksgiving Day.
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