A New Song of an Orange, To that excellent Old Tune of a Pudding, etc.  

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.   

It's Cordial Juice  
Does much Vigour 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 benefft 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 taste  
of an Orange.   

Perhaps you may think  
At White H— they stink,  
Because that our Neighbours come over the Sea,  
Yet sure 'tis presumed  
That they may be perfumed  
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,  
Tho' he's subject to cast  
They may better the taste,  
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 taste it utterly then will disown  
of an Orange.   

Tho' 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 man's 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 Juggling Eve may chance lose her own  
for an Orange.    

London, Printed in the Year, 1688.