In the garb of a blissful dream—

When I thought, as I lay,

It was Thanksgiving Day,

And I was invited to dine

Where a table stood

On which everything good

Spread a feast that was almost divine!

Where the savors arose,

Right under my nose,

From turkey—and pumpkin pies;

And from jolly roast pig

Were slices as big

As some of the campaign lies!

And celery so white

'Twas a thing of delight

To bite the crisp stalks in two.

And the cranberry sauce—

Oh, I tell you 'twas boss—

And flanked by an oyster stew!

Where the bread and the cake—

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