A New Song of an Orange.
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Good People, Come buy
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the fruit that I Cry,
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that now is in season, tho Winter is nigh,
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do you all good,
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and sweeten your Blood,
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I'me sure it will please, when you're once understood,
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tis an Orange.
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Its Cordiall Juice
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Does much Vigour produce,
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I may well recommend it to every mans use
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Tho some it quite chills,
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And with fear allmost kills;
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Yet certain each healthy Man benefitt feeles
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by an Orange
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To make Clarett go down,
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Sometimes there is found
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A Jolly good Health, to pass pleasantly round;
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But yett, I'le protest,
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Without any Jest,
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No flavour is better, then that of the tast
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of an Orange.
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Perhaps you may think,
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Att White H------ they stink,
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Because that our Neighbours come over the Sea
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Yet sure, 'tis presum'd,
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That they may be perfum'd
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By the scent of a Clove, when once it is stuck
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in an Orange.
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If they'd cure the ayls
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Of the Pr--- of Wa---
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When the Milk of milch Tyler does not well agree
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Tho he's subject to cast,
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They may better the tast;
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Yet let them take heed lest it Curdle at last
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with an Orange.
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Old stories rehearse
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In prose and in Verse,
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How a Welsh Child was found by loveing of Cheese
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So this will be known,
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If itt be the Q---s own;
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For the tast it utterly then will disown
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of an Orange.
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Tho the Mobile Bawl,
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Like the Divil and all
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For Religeon, Property, Justice, and Laws;
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Yett in very good sooth,
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Ile tell you the truth,
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There nothing is better to stop a mans mouth
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then an Orange.
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We are Certainly told,
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That by Adam of old
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Himself and his Bearns for an Apple was sold
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And who knows but his Son
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By serpents undone,
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And his Jugleing Eve may by Chance loose her own
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for an Orange.
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