Boston Tea-Party

H. DE. MARSAN PUBLISHER OF SONGS AND BALLADS PAPER DOLLS TOY BOOKS &C 54 CHATHAM ST N.Y.

Boston Tea-Party.

Once on a time, old Johnny Bull got in a raging fury;
He swore that Jonathan should have no trial by judge or jury;
That no election should be held, across the briny waters:
And now, said he, I’ll tax the tea of all her sons and daughters.

John sent the tea from o’er the sea, with heavy duties rated,
And whether: Hyson or Bohea: I never heard it stated;
Then Jonathan to pout began, and laid a strong embargo.
I’ll drink no tea, by Jove! said he : throw overboard the cargo!

A long war, then, we had, in which poor John was soon defeated,
And Yankee Doodle was the march to which the troops
retreated.
Young Jonathan, to see them fly, could not restrain from
laughter:
The tune, said he, suits me to a tea, we’ll sing it ever after.

Now, Hail Columbia it is sung, with chorus full and hearty,
O’er land and main, we breathe the strain John made for
his tea-party.
No matter how we rhyme the words, the music speaks it handy,
No match there be, on land or sea, for Yankee Doodle Dandy.

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