The Wicked wife/Up with the orange

UP WITH THE ORANGE.

Attention give both great and ſmall,
I've got a Song that will pleaſe you all,
Now Buonaparte has run away,
He's afraid to fight another day;
He is only gone to tak a nap,
And lay his head on Lucy's lap:
Dear Buona' ſtay at home, ſays she,
And go no more to Germany.

My mind has been ſo fill'd with cares,
I can't abide the Ruſſian bears;
If they should on you lay their paws,
You will be nothing in their jaws!
Beſides, there is your little boy,
You ſaid he was your only joy!
Then ſtay at home, my dear, ſaid she,
And go no more to Germany.

O Louisa, don't grieve me ſo,
To think I can no longer crow:
The Dutchmen, too do on me frown,
And drove my brother from the crown:
I think I hear their voices ring,
The Prince of Orange shall be King!
Thoſe things will ſurely break my heart,
And you will Loſe your Buonaparte!

The Dutchmen they will plow the ſeas,
And bring us butter, fish, and cheeſe,
With every thing that they can ſpare,
Now to Great Britain they will bear:
The ports will all be open wide
For other articles beſide;
So Dutchmen let your voices ring.
The Prince of Orange shall be King!

I hope we shall not long complain,
For trade will be ſo briſk again,
That poor men may get work to do,
Proviſions may be cheaper too;
At Chriſtmas I ſhall think no ſin
To take a glaſs of Holland’s gin,
To cheer our voice, and make us ſing.
The Prince of Orange ſhall be King.

Success attend our noble Guards,
And may they meet with good rewards,
The Prince of Orange to attend;
No doubt but he will be their friend.
So wives and ſweethearts ceaſe to mourn,
No fear but they will ſafe return;
So let your voices loudly ring,
The prince of Orange ſhall be King.

FINIS.

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Falkirk—T. Johnston, Printer.