by Ruth and Norman Lloyd
was an old lady lived over the sea,
she was an Island Queen;
daughter lived off in a new countrie, With
an ocean of water between.
old lady's pockets were full of gold.
never contented was she,
she called on her daughter to pay her a tax
three pence a pound on her tea,
three pence a pound on her tea.
Mother, dear Mother," the daughter replied,
shan't do the thing you ask;
willing to pay a fair price for the tea,
the three penny tax."
shall," quoth the mother, and redden'd with rage,
you're my daughter, you see,
sure 'tis quite proper the daughter should pay
mother a tax on her tea.
tea was conveyed to the daughter's door,
down by the ocean's side;
the bouncing girl pour'd out ev'ry pound,
the dark and boiling tide.
then she called out to the Island Queen,
Mother, dear Mother," quoth she,
tea you may have when 'tis steep'd enough,
never a tax from me,
never a tax from me."