(French folk tune, Lyrics by Jean Bassett)
The air with frost is crisp and clear;
The autumn crops are gathered.
And all around is joy and cheer.
For summer’s work is over.
Apples are red, pumpkins are gold,
Turkeys are fatter than ever before.
The feast has been spread, just as of old.
Thanksgiving Day has come once more! Hurrah!
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