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Revolutionary Tea There was an old lady lived over the sea And she was an island queen Her daughter lived off in a new country 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 three pence a pound on her tea Of three pence 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." And so the old lady her servant called up And packed off a budget of tea; And eager for three pence a pound, she put in Enough for a large familie. She ordered her servants to bring home the tax, Declaring her child should obey, Or old as she was, and almost woman grown, She'd half whip her life away, She'd half whip her life away. The tea was conveyed to the daughter's door, All down by the ocean's side; And the bouncing girl pour'd 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 you may have when 'tis steep'd quite enough But never a tax from me But never a tax from me DT #368 Laws A24 SOF
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