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The moment we wake up
Before we put on our war-paint make up
We say a little anti-British prayer for you
While combing our Indian wigs now,
And wondering what Mohawk clothes to wear now,
We say a little anti-British prayer for you
One little, two little...
Forever, and ever, we’ll stave you in your hearts
and we will hate you
Forever, and ever, we will always part
Oh, how we hate you
Never, together, that’s how it must be
To live without tyranny
Would only mean freedom for us
Three little Indians, four little...
We run for Griffin’s Wharf – liberty,
While carrying hatchets we think of you – liberty,
We say a little anti-British prayer for you
At work opening casks of tea we took time
And all through our tea and biscuits break-time,
We say a little anti-British prayer for you
Five little, six little Indians...
British tyrants believe us,
For us there is no one to hate but you!
Please leave us (answer our prayers)
And we’ll never love you
Answer our prayers now King George
Seven little, eight little...
Forever, and ever, we’ll stave you in your hearts
and we will hate you
Forever, and ever we will always part
Dumped all of your tea in Boston Harbor
Will be washing up on the shore for weeks
no more tea between 2 and 5 pm
Would only mean heartbreak for you
Nine little Indians, ten little Indian Sons of Liberty boys.
'2007'
Robert Sheridan
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Comments about this poem (The Boston Tea Party
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Cathleen Hodgkinson (4/28/2008 10:28:00 PM)
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Goldy Locks is right...this is awesome...so perfectly worded you can't help but feel the anticipation intensifying in each line...A great perspective regarding 'The Boston Tea Party'...I enjoyed this...Cathy
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Goldy Locks (2/1/2008 6:17:00 PM)
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Fell upon this, this evening. may i say it is phenomenally AWESOME... set to a killer jam ~! And your words, Robert, i am speechless. Saved in my favorites!
My anti-british prayer, will be humming it in the mornings, evenings, and nights!
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