– “Indian Tea,” – a colonial protest song
Rouse every generous thoughtful mind,
The rising danger flee,
If you would lasting freedom find,
Now then abandon tea…
Shall we our freedom give away,
And all our comfort place
In drinking of outlandish tea,
Only to please our taste?
Forbid it Heaven, let us be wise,
And seek our country’s good;
Nor ever let a thought rise,
That tea should be our food.
Since we so great a plenty have,
Of all that’s for our health;
Shall we that blasted herb receive,
Impoverishing our wealth?….
Adieu! Away, oh tea! Begone!
Salute our taste no more:
Though thou art coveted by some
Who’re destined to be poor.