In Boston

In seventeen seventy three, on a cold December night 
The moon was high, the stars shining bright 
The Sons of Liberty, dressed as Mohawks they came 
To Griffin's Wharf, where history was claimed 

The British ships, Beaver, Dartmouth, Eleanor
Standing lonely at the shore

In Boston 
A stand against the crown 
Threehundred-fortytwo chests going down 
In Boston 
The birth of a nation
No taxation without representation 
In Boston 
A new world power was in the creation
In Boston

East India Company, the king's pride and joy 
Sent the tea to America, a plan to employ 
Governor Hutchinson said, "The tea must stay" 
But Samuel Adams and the Patriots had their say

The British ships, Beaver, Dartmouth, Eleanor
Standing lonely at the shore

In Boston 
A stand against the crown 
Threehundred-fortytwo chests going down 
In Boston 
The birth of a nation
No taxation without representation 
In Boston 
A new world power was in the creation
In Boston

The tea mixed with the harbor's tide 
As Boston watched with rebellious pride 

No loot was taken, no damage was done 
Except to the tea, sinking one by one 
This act of defiance, spread like fire 
The colonies united, fueled by desire

The British ships, Beaver, Dartmouth, Eleanor
Standing lonely at the shore

In Boston 
A stand against the crown 
Threehundred-fortytwo chests going down 
In Boston 
The birth of a nation
No taxation without representation 
In Boston 
A new world power was in the creation
In Boston

Boston ignited the birth of a nation
No taxation without representation 
In Boston