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Remember when
the sky was blue,
the water fresh,
the
air was too.
Upon this rock they did land
just to lend a helping hand.
Here they come over the hill.
Ah ah
ah.
Pilgrims proud, muskets filled.
Ah ah ah.
Turkeys in hand for the thanksgiving feast.
You bring the cranberries.
I'll bring the peas.
Here they come over the hill.
Ah ah ah.
Ah ah ah.
Ah ah ah.
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