The Words to Sarah Porter
No one knows how this became our family song, but this is definitely required singing at our Thanksgiving gatherings.

Every night when the clock strikes twelve
And all the population is a-sleeping
I go out 
And take a walk about
Holding up my candle in the air-air-air-air... 

Every night when the clock strikes one 
I go to see my wicked son and daughter 
And just as they're about 
To blow the candle out 
Up [everyone jumps] jumps the ghost of Sarah Porter!

Dean Packard and Miel singing the song at 
Thanksgiving, 1995.