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A Tea Party Song 
A Tea Party Song 
As near beauteous Boston lying On the gently swelling flood, Without jack or pendant flying Three ill-fated tea ships rode. Just as glorious Sol was setting, On the wharf a numerous crew Sons of Freedom, fear forgetting Suddenly appeared in view. 
Armed with hammers, axe and chisels Weapons new for warlike deed, Towards the herbage-freighted vessels, They approached with dreadful speed. Quick as thought the ships were boarded, Hatches burst and chests displayed; Axes, hammers help afforded; What a glorious crash they made. Squash (splash?) into the deep descended Cursed weed of China's coast; Thus at once our fears were ended; British rights shall ne'er be lost. Captains! Once more hoist your streamers Spread your sails, and plough the wave, Tell your masters they were dreamers, When they thought to cheat the brave. 
From Songbook of the American Revoluton, Rabson Tune: Hosier's Ghost