Revolutionary Tea
Revolutionary Tea There was a old lady lived over the sea, And she was an island queen, Her daughter lived off in a far country, With an ocean of water between. The old lady's pockets were filled with gold, Yet never contented was she, So she ordered her daughter to pay her a tax, Of thruppence a pound on her tea. The daughter called out to the island queen I shan't do the thing that you ax. I'm willing to pay fair price on the tea, But never the thruppenney tax. You shall, said the mother, and reddened with rage, For you're my own daughter, said she, And it's only right that daughter should pay Her mother a tax on the tea. The old lady packed up a ship with her tea, sent it over the ocean so wide, But the bouncing girl poured out ever pound On the dark and the rolling tide. Then the daughter called out to the island queen, Oh mother, dear mother, said she, Your tea you may have when it's steeped enough, But never the tax from me! No, never the tax from me!