Pilgrim, Pilgrim, what do you see?
I see the king refusing my plea.
I see the Mayflower ready for sea.
I see a new land to set me free.
I see a hard winter,tough as can be.
I see a green bud on a spring tree.
I see an Indian helping me.
I see corn growing 1,2,3.
I see praise, for thankful are we!