Revolutionary Tea
Language: English
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 filled with gold, But never contented was she, So she called on her daughter to pay her a tax, Of three pence a pound on the tea, Of three pence a pound on the 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 the tea, Her mother a tax on the 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 servant to bring home the tax Declaring her child should obey, Or old as she was and a woman most grown, She'd half whip her life away, She'd half whip her life away. The tea was conveyed to the daughter's door And all down by the ocean side, And the bouncing girl poured out every pound In the dark and the boiling tide, And then she called out to the island queen, "O mother, dear mother," quoth she, "Your tea you may have when 'tis steeped enough, But never a tax from me, But never a tax from me."
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "Revolutionary Tea", 2009 [medium voice and piano], an arrangement of a traditional text and melody [ sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2009-11-22
Line count: 36
Word count: 271