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A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA PARTY.
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fid - dling band, No flow'rs, no songs, no danc - ing,— A

ham - mer down,— The horse - shoe still is glow - ing; The

what a glimpse Of paint and fur and feath - er, As

pare with thee, The moth - er, wife, or daugh - ter, That

shall re - veal A fire no king can smoth - er Where

land and sea Like corn be - fore the reap - ers; So


tribe of Red men, axe in hand,—Be - hold the guests ad - van - cing!

tru - ant tap - ster at the Crown Has left a beer - cask flow - ing!

all at once the full-grown imps Light on the deck to - geth - er!

night, in - tead of best Bo-hea, Condemned to milk and wa - ter!

Brit - ish flint and Bos - ton steel Have clashed a- gainst each oth - er!

burned the fire that brewed the tea That Bos - ton served her keep - ers!


Chorus to each verse.

No! ne'er was mingled such a draft In pal - ace, hall, or ar - bor. As