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Read at a meeting of the Massachusetts Historical Society	A
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No never such a draught was poured	B
Since Hebe served with nectar	C
The bright Olympians and their Lord	B
Her over kind protector	C
Since Father Noah squeezed the grape	D
And took to such behaving	E
As would have shamed our grandsire ape	D
Before the days of shaving	E
No ne'er was mingled such a draught	F
In palace hall or arbor	C
As freemen brewed and tyrants quaffed	F
That night in Boston Harbor	C
The Western war cloud's crimson stained	F
The Thames the Clyde the Shannon	G
Full many a six foot grenadier	C
The flattened grass had measured	F
And many a mother many a year	C
Her tearful memories treasured	F
Fast spread the tempest's darkening pall	H
The mighty realms were troubled	F
The storm broke loose but first of all	I
The Boston teapot bubbled	F
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An evening party only that	F
No formal invitation	G
No gold laced coat no stiff cravat	F
No feast in contemplation	G
No silk robed dames no fiddling band	F
No flowers no songs no dancing	E
A tribe of red men axe in hand	F
Behold the guests advancing	E
How fast the stragglers join the throng	J
From stall and workshop gathered	F
The lively barber skips along	J
And leaves a chin half lathered	F
The smith has flung his hammer down	K
The horseshoe still is glowing	E
The truant tapster at the Crown	K
Has left a beer cask flowing	E
The cooper's boys have dropped the adze	L
And trot behind their master	C
Up run the tarry ship yard lads	L
The crowd is hurrying faster	C
Out from the Millpond's purlieus gush	M
The streams of white faced millers	L
And down their slippery alleys rush	M
The lusty young Fort Hillers	L
The ropewalk lends its 'prentice crew	C
The tories seize the omen	G
'Ay boys you'll soon have work to do	C
For England's rebel foemen	G
'King Hancock ' Adams and their gang	N
That fire the mob with treason	G
When these we shoot and those we hang	N
The town will come to reason '	-
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On on to where the tea ships ride	F
And now their ranks are forming	E
A rush and up the Dartmouth's side	F
The Mohawk band is swarming	E
See the fierce natives What a glimpse	L
Of paint and fur and feather	C
As all at once the full grown imps	L
Light on the deck together	C
A scarf the pigtail's secret keeps	L
A blanket hides the breeches	L
And out the cursed cargo leaps	L
And overboard it pitches	L
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O woman at the evening board	F
So gracious sweet and purring	E
So happy while the tea is poured	F
So blest while spoons are stirring	E
What martyr can compare with thee	A
The mother wife or daughter	C
That night instead of best Bohea	O
Condemned to milk and water	C
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Ah little dreams the quiet dame	P
Who plies with' rock and spindle	Q
The patient flax how great a flame	P
Yon little spark shall kindle	Q
The lurid morning shall reveal	R
A fire no king can smother	C
Where British flint and Boston steel	R
Have clashed against each other	C
Old charters shrivel in its track	S
His Worship's bench has crumbled	F
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It climbs and clasps the union jack	S
Its blazoned pomp is humbled	F
The flags go down on land and sea	A
Like corn before the reapers	A
So burned the fire that brewed the tea	A
That Boston served her keepers	A
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The waves that wrought a century's wreck	T
Have rolled o'er whig and tory	A
The Mohawks on the Dartmouth's deck	T
Still live in song and story	A
The waters in the rebel bay	U
Have kept the tea leaf savor	C
Our old North Enders in their spray	U
Still taste a Hyson flavor	C
And Freedom's teacup still o'erflows	A
With ever fresh libations	A
To cheat of slumber all her foes	A
And cheer the wakening nations	A

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