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 A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA PARTY. Oliver Wendell Holmes.

An eve - ning par - ty,&mdash; on - ly that, No for - mal in - vi -

How fast the strag-glers join the throng, From stall and work-shop

On, on to where the tea - ships ride! And now their ranks are

O wo - man, at the eve - ning board So gra - cious, sweet, and

Ah, lit - tie dreams the qui - et dame Who plies with rock and

Old char-ters shriv - el in its track, His Worship's bench has

ta - tion. No gold - laced coat, no stiff cra - vat. No

gath - ered! The live - ly bar - ber skips a - long And

form - ing,&mdash; A rush, and up the Dartmouth's side The

purr - ing. So hap - py while the tea is poured, So

spin - dle The pa - tient flax, how great a flame Yon

crum - bled. It climbs and clasps the un - ion - jack. Its

feast in con - tem - pla - tion, No silk - robed dames, no

leaves a chin half lath - ered; The smith has flung

Mo - hawk band is swarm - ing! See the fierce na - tives! blest while spoons are stirr - ing, What mar tyr can com -

lit - tle spark shall kin - dle! The lur - id morn - ing

bla - zoned pomp is hum - bled. The flags go down on