The ORANGE.  

1  
GOod people I pray  
Throw the Orange away,  
'Tis a very sour Fruit, and was first brought in play  
When good Judith Wilk  
In her pocket brought Milk,  
And with Cushings and Warming-pans laboured to bilk  
This same Orange.   

2.  
When the Army retreats  
And the Parliament sits  
To Vote our K— the true use of his Wits:  
'Twill be a sad means  
When all he obtains  
Is to have his Calves-head dressed with other men's Brains,  
And an Orange.   

3.  
The sins of his Youth  
Made him think of one Truth,  
When he spawled from his Lungs, and bled twice at the mouth,  
That your fresh sort of Food  
Does his Carcase more good,  
And the damned thing that Cured his putrefied blood  
Was an Orange.   

4.  
This hopeful young Son  
Is surely his own  
Because from an O— it cried to be gone  
But the Heretics say  
He was got by Da—  
For neither K— nor the Nuncio dare stay  
Near an Orange.   

5.  
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 've a good Q— that's an open-arse too,  
And an Orange.   

6.  
Till Nanny writ much  
To the Rebels the D—  
Her Mother, good Woman, ne'er owed her a grudge  
And the box of the Ear  
Made the matter appear,  
That the only foul savour the Q— could not bear  
Was an Orange.   

7.  
An honest old Peer  
That forsook God last year,  
Pulled off all his Plasters, and Armed for the War;  
But his Arms would not do,  
And his Aches throbbed too,  
That he wished his own Pox and his M— s too  
On an Orange.   

8.  
Old Tyburn must groan,  
For Jeffreys is known  
To have perjured his Conscience to marry his Son;  
And D— s Cause  
Will be tried by Just Laws,  
And Herbert must taste a most damnable Sauce  
With an Orange.   

9  
Lob, Pen, and a score  
Of those honest men more  
Will find this same Orange exceedingly sour;  
The Q— to be seized  
Will be very ill pleased,  
And so will K— Pippin, too dry to be squeezed  
By an Orange.