Revolutionary Tea

                Revolutionary Tea

There was an old lady lived over the sea

And she was an Island Queen;

Her daughter lived off in a new countrie,

With an ocean of water between.

The old lady's pockets were full of gold,                           But never contented was she,     

So she called on her daughter to pay her a tax

Of threepence a pound on her tea,

Of threepence a pound on her tea.

"Now Mother, dear Mother," the daughter replied,

"I shan't do the thing you ax;

I'm willing to pay a fair price for the tea,

But never the three-penny tax."

"You shall," quoth the mother, and reddened with rage,

"For you're my own daughter, you see.

And sure 'tis quite proper the daughter should pay

Her mother a tax on her tea,

Her mother a tax on her tea."

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 then she called out to the Island Queen,

"Oh Mother, dear Mother," quoth she,

"Your tea may you have when 'tis steeped enough,

But never a tax from me,

But never a tax from me."