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A New Song of an Orange,
To that excellent Old Tune of a Pudding, &c.
GOOD People come buy
The Fruit that I cry,
That now is in Season, tho' Winter is nigh,
'Twill do you all good,
And sweeten your Blood,
I'm sure it will please you when once understood
Tis an Orange.
Its Cordial Juice
Do's much Vigor produce,
I may well recommend it to every man's use;
Tho' some it quite chills,
And with fear almost kills,
Yet certain each honest man benefit feels
by an Orange.
To make Claret go down,
Sometimes there is found
A Jolly good Health to pass pleasantly round:
But yet I'll protest,
Without any Jest,
No flavour is better than that of the tast
of an Orange.
Perhaps you may think
At White H—they stink,
Because that our Neighbours come over the Sea,
Yet sure 'tis presum'd
That they may be perfum'd
By the scent of a Clove when once it is stuck
in an Orange.
If they'd cure the ails
Of the Pr—of Wa—
When the Milk of Milch Tyler does not well agree,
Though he's subject to cast
They may better the tast,
Yet let 'em take heed lest it Curdle at last
with an Orange.
Old Stories rehearse
In Prose and in Verse,
How a Welsh Child was found by loving of Cheese,
So this will be known
If it be the Q—s own;
For the tast it utterly then will disown
of an Orange.
Though the Mobile bawl,
Like the Devil and all,
For Religion, Property, Justice and Laws;
Yet in very good sooth
I'll tell you the truth,
There nothing is better to stop a mans mouth
than an Orange.
We are certainly told
That by Adam of old
Himself and his Bearns for an Apple was sold;
And who knows but his Son
By Serpents undone,
And his Jugling Eve may chance lose her own
for an Orange.