Words and melody by someone from back thenPiano accompaniment by yours trulyThere was a rich lady, lived over the seaAnd she was an island Queen.Her daughter lived off in the New CountryWith an ocean of water between. The old lady's pockets were filled with gold,But never contented was she,So she ordered her daughter to pay her a taxof threepence a pound on her tea."Oh Mother, dear Mother," the daughter replied,"I shan't do the thing you ask."I'm willing to pay a fair price for my tea,"But never a threepenny tax.""You shall!" Cried the mother and reddened with rage,"For you're my own daughter, you see?"And 'tis only proper for daughter to pay"Her mother a tax on the tea."So she ordered her servant to come up to herAnd wrap up a package of tea,And eager for threepence a pound she put in—Enough for a large family.The tea was conveyed to her daughter's own doorAll down by the Oceanside,But the bouncing girl poured out every poundOn the dark and the boiling tide.And then she called out to the Island Queen,"Oh Mother, dear Mother," called she,"Your tea you may have when 'tis steeped enough,"But never a tax from me!"

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