The ORANGE.
I
Good People I pray,
Throw the Orange away,
'Tis a very sowre Fruit, and was first brought in play,
When good Judith Wilk,
In her Pocket brought Milk,
And with Cushins and Warming-pans labour'd to bilk
This same Orange.
II
When the Army retreats,
And the Parliament sits,
To Vote our K--- the true use of his Wits:
Twill be a sad means,
VVhen all he obtains,
Is to have his Calves-head dress'd with other mens Brains
And an Orange,
III
The sins of his Youth,
Made him think of one Truth,
VVhen he spawl'd from his Lungs, and bled twice at the mouth,
That your fresh sort of food,
Does his Carkass more good,
And the damn'd thing that Cur'd his putrify'd blood
Was an Orange.
IV
This hopeful young Son,
Is surely his own,
Because from an O--- it cry'd to be gone;
But the Hereticks say,
He was got by D---
For neither K--- nor the Nuncio dare stay
Near an Orange.
V
Since Lewis was Cut,
From his Breech to the Gut,
France fancies an Open-arse delicate Fruit,
We wiser than so,
Have two strings to our Bow,
For we've a good --- that's an Open-arse too,
And an Orange.
VI
Till Nanny writ much,
To the Rebels the D---
Her Mother, good Woman, ne'r ow'd her a grutch,
And the box of the Ear,
Made the matter appear,
That the only foul savour the Q--- could not bear
Was an Orange.
VII
An honest Old Peer,
That forsook God last year,
Pull'd off all his Plaisters, and Arm'd for the War;
But his Arms would not do,
And his Aches throbb'd too,
That he wish'd his own Pox and his M***s too
On an Orange.
VIII
Old Tyburn must groan,
For Jeffreys is known
To have Perjur'd his Conscience to marry his Son;
And D---s Cause
Will be try'd by Just Laws,
And H---t must taste a most damnable Sauce,
With an Orange.
IX
Lob, Pen, and a score
Of those honest men more,
VVill find this same Orange exceedingly sowre;
The Q--- to be seiz'd,
VVill be very ill pleas'd,
And so will K. P---, too dry to be squeez'd
By an Orange
