The American Songster, Song

Teach me, ye nine, to sing of tea, Of grateful green, of black bohea; Hark! the kettle softly singing, How again it bubbles o'er: Quick John, Black Susan, bring in, Water in the tea pot pour.

The bread and butter thinly slice, Oh! spread it delicately nice: Let the toast be crisp and crumpling, The rolls as doughty as a dumpling: Then eating, sipping, snuffing up the steam, We chat, and 'midst a motley chaos seem Of cups and saucers, butter, bread, and cream.