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Show Theyr takln' home th ma.kln' Of the "punkln" pi bo fine; That'i servod to us Thanksgivln' day When we sit down to dine. An' our mouths can't help but water, As we think o' days gone by When we would sink our teeth Into A "hunk" o' mother's pie. They're takln" home the spirit Of the great world out o' doors; When the shocks with "fodder" overflow An' peace rests on our shores. So we're thankful for the mercies That are heapin' on us high; But we'd be far more thankful For v "hunk" o' mother's pie. |