Revolutionary Tea

This was origionally a song during the Boston Tea party, and many people liked it. In my english class, we were talking about it. I put a tune to it and made it my own and I kept most of the words.

There was an old lady who lived over the sea,

And she was an island queen.

Her daughter lived off in a new country,

With an ocean of choppy water between.

The old lady's pockets were full of gold,

But never content was she.

So she called on her daughter to pay her a tax,

Of three pence a pound on her tea,

Of three pence a pound on her tea.

 

Refrain:

"Now mother dear, dear mother," the daughter replied,

"I will not do the thing you ask.

I am willing to pay a fair price for the tea,

But never the three-penny tax,

No never the three penny tax." x2

 

"You will," yelled the mother, reddened with rage,

"For you're my own daughter should pay,

Her mother a tax on her tea,

Her mother a tax on her tea."

 

Refrain x2

 

The tea was conveyed to the daughter's door, 

All down by the ocean's side. 

And the bouncing girl poured out every pound, 

In the dark and boiling tide. 

And she called out to the Island Queen, 

"Oh mother, dear mother," yelled she, 

"Your tea you may have when is perfectly steeped enough, 

But never a tax from me, 

But never a tax from me!" 

Refrain x2

But never a tax from me, 

And never the three penny tax.