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INDIA TEA. |
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Noxious effluvia sending out, From its pernicious store,
Not only from the foaming mouth, But every lifeless pore.
To view the same enrolled in tea, Besmeared with such perfumes,
And then the herb sent o'er the sea, To us it tainted comes—
Some of it tinctured with a filth,
Of carcasses embalmed; Taste of this herb, then, if thou wilt I
Sure me it cannot charm.
Adieu! away, oh tea! begone !
Salute our taste no more; Though thou art coveted by some
Who're destined to be poor. |
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