November

The Indian chieftain smokes his pipe, The hills with haze are murky. And yonder struts, with spreading tail, The grand Thanksgiving turkey.

Oh ho! Oh ho! how happy we’ll be, When the cousins come to dollie and me!

Dollie shall wear a cranberry chain, And her very best new bonnet; The one with a buckle, a puff and a bow, And a curly feather on it.

Oh ho! Oh ho! how happy we’ll be, When the cousins come to dollie and me!

The house is ready, the fires blaze, We fear not cold November. By the hearth we’ll sit and stories tell, And good old times remember.

Oh ho! Oh ho! how happy we’ll be, When the cousins come to dollie and me!