In port cities we sons had gathered,
Several ship captains we threatened and battered,
Some colonists still said they would pay
And merchants especially refused to obey.
In other colonies they had success,
No tea was unpacked, to their happiness,
But here in Boston the Governor refused,
The ships could not sail back by the ocean so blue.
As savages, we dressed at night,
No one would recognize us by sight,
342 packages of tea we threw,
and across the midnight sky they flew
We were defending our pride,
So we could show confidence with every stride
Some still tried to steal
So they could have tea with their meal
We managed to capture some
So we beat them along their way home
We tried to ruin all the tea
However, some managed to steal and flee
Into the sea the tea leaves landed,
And thus we had parted after banding:
We swept up the floors,
And then, opened our house doors.
At home we slept,
Our secret well-kept,
The British were not told,
We were not betrayed or sold.