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| The Pilgrims Came |
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 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.
The people think that they were sad
And grave; I'm sure that they were glad ---
They made Thanksgiving Day --- that's fun ---
We thank the Pilgrims every one!
-- Annette Wynne |
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