Cifra de Revolutionary Tea - Diane Taraz
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Primeiro acorde: E 7 acordes identificados
Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: CCapotraste: Sem capotraste
Written by: Traditional (early 19th century)
Performed by: Diane Taraz
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[Verse 1]
C G
There was an old lady lived over the sea
And she was an island queen.
Her daughter lived off in a new country
F C G C
With an ocean of water between.
F C G C
With an ocean of water between.
[Verse 2]
The old lady’s pockets were fill-ed with gold,
But never contented was she;
She called on her daughter to pay her a tax
F C G C
Of thruppence a pound on her tea.
F C G C
Of thruppence a pound on her tea.
[Verse 3]
“Now, mother, dear mother,” the daughter replied,
“I sha'n't do the thing that you ax.
I’m willing to pay a fair price for the tea,
F C G C
But never the thruppenny tax.
F C G C
But never the thruppenny tax.”
[Verse 4]
“You shall,” quoth the mother and reddened with rage,
“For you’re my own daughter, you see;
And sure ’tis quite proper the daughter should pay
F C G C
Her mother a tax on her tea.
F C G C
Her mother a tax on her tea.”
[Verse 5]
And so the old lady her servant called in
Then packed off a budget of tea.
And eager for three pence a pound, she put in
F C G C
E--nough for a large family.
F C G C
E--nough for a large family.
[Interlude]
C G
C G
C G
F C G C
F C G C
[Verse 6]
She ordered her servants to bring home the tax,
Declaring her child should obey,
Or, old as she was and almost woman grown,
F C G C
She’d half-whip her life away.
F C G C
She’d half-whip her life away.
[Verse 7]
The tea was conveyed to the daughter’s own door,
All down by the ocean’s side,
And the bouncing girl poured out every pound
F C G C
In the dark and boiling tide.
F C G C
In the dark and boiling tide.
[Verse 8]
And then she called out to the island queen,
“Oh, mother, dear mother,” quoth she,
“Your tea you may have when ’tis steep-ed enough,
F C G C
But never a tax from me.
F C G C
But never a tax from me.”