Brew the Tea Brew the tea, please do Who will I prepare it for, dear? what's gotten into you, love, Why are you so gloomy? After my love has gone, friends, Who will I pour the tea for? No one but the apple of my eye Deserves to drink it. I swear that I will not brew it Nor will I sit next to it Until my love comes back And I'll rejoice in his beauty By god, I swear that I'll never brew it again I'll grab the axe And I'll smash the tea kettle