Of Pilgrims' Pride November 27, 2013
My cornucopia runneth o'er
As the time for our feast approaches;
Shall ye feel obliged to pray for all,
For those at dearth to be bless'd?
And shall ye hearken 'pon the journey
'Cross the Atlantic's angry waves?
For those who died, we shall all recall
Their spirits 'pon this, our breaking bread.
Shall our pride begat love or to deceive?
Shall ye ever fail to comprehend or see?
I hope to see a slew of warm'd hearts
Always to love their fellow man!
Shall we open our eyes to see
The fruits o' our sailing the sea?
As English folk, to each of our blokes,
The pride o' our pilgrimage's delights!
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