Unless we’d be heathen, Dolly, or worse, we must sing and pray,
And think about good things, Dolly, when we keep Thanksgiving Day.
But I like it very much better when from church we all go home,
And the married brothers and sisters and the troops of cousins come,
And we’re ever so long at the table, and dance and shout and play,
In the merry evening, Dolly, that ends Thanksgiving day.
Thanksgivings of Old.
E. A. Smuller.
Oh, the glorious Thanksgivings