This little ditty was for a violin player from England. Her speaking voice was as musical as her instrument, and she played both effortlessly.

Where do you want to go?

They call her English Sally, and she looks so fine tonight
She’s oh so prim and tally ho, a guaranteed delight
	to be with
So welcome to the colonies, and hope that you just might
Share a little spot of tea with me.

She’s proper like the British are from far across the sea
But there’s music in the way she speaks, a free flow melody
	that bewitches me, 
Excuse me if  I ask most properly
to share a little spot of tea with me

bridge

Don’t mean to be coquettish or to instigate some moves
I’m far past being flirtatious, but opportunity behooves
me to ask this simple question, so please don’t get me wrong
If a gentleman express his thoughts in song

And though your home is far away in far off London town
Where memories of foggy streets and family abounds
There’s a simple way
to bridge the miles across those empty seas
just share a little spot of tea with me

just share a little spot of tea with me
(forget Boston now)
just share a little spot of tea with me