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ree I’ll stay on the bus, fet about us Put the blame on me, if I don’t see A yellow ribbon round the old oak tree Bus driver, please look for me ‘Cause I couldn’t bear to see what I might see what I might see I’m really still in prison And my love she holds the key A simple yellow ribbon’s what I need to set me free I wrote and told her please Today the British drink more tea than any other nation — an average of 4 kilos a head per annum, or 1 650 cups of tea a year. They drink it in bed in the morning, round the fire on winter afternoons and out in the garden on sunny summer days. In times of trouble the kettle is quickly put on, the tea is made and forting cups of the warm brown liquid are passed round. Tea has even played its part in wars. When Gee III of England tried to make the American colonists pay import duty on tea, a group of Americans disguised as Red Indians dumped 342 chests of tea into the sea in Boston Harbour — the Boston Tea Party which led to the war of Independence. In another war the Duke of Wellington sensibly had a cup