%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A NEW SONG / OF THE / French KING'S Fear / OF AN / ORANGE. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/31/2021 36894

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R226067 OF a Hectoring Bully / Dear Muse, let us sing, 'Tis a sport to our Prince / To bridle up a King, Yet he fears if an Orange approaches too nigh, / The gay Flower-de-luces will wither and dye. [with variation] That an Orange once planted upon the French shor[e,] / The gay Flower-de-luces shall flourish no more. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 102 A NEW SONG / OF THE / French KING'S Fear / OF AN / ORANGE. A NEW SONG OF THE French KING'S Fear OF AN ORANGE. ?-?

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OF a Hectoring Bully Dear Muse, let us sing, (Or to speak one's mind fully) O'th' Most Christian King; Who subdues Men by Huffing, And converts Men by Cuffing, Yet he fears if an Orange approaches too nigh, The gay Flower-de-luces will wither and dye. He's Son to a Chast Queen, (if Authors don't lye,) The devout Mazerine Had a Finger i'th'Pye, To mould a Church Hero More fierce than a Nero, Who yet fears if an Orange approaches too nigh, His gay Flower-de-luces will wither and dye. While he's scareing his Neighbours With swelling Bravadoes, We but laugh at his Vapours And Rhodomantadoes, Tho' Monsieur le Dauphin Do's New Conquests begin, Yet they dread if an Orange approaches too nigh, The gay Flower-de-luces will wither and dye. The Prodigious Advance That the Prince here has made, Makes an Earth-quake in France And great Lewis afraid; La Chaise his Address And the Jesuites Finesse Can't hinder an Orange from approaching so nigh, That the gay Flower-de-luces will wither and dye. If a Fury Poetick Foreknows things to come, I may dare be Prophetick, And foretell his just doom, Besides old Nostredame Has Predicted the same, That if once the brave Orange approaches too nigh, The gay Flower-de-luces will wither and dye.
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'Tis a sport to our Prince To bridle up a King, Tho' the Beast kick and wince His firm Rider to fling, He'l make him Curvet, And so steadily sit, That an Orange once planted upon the French shor[e] The gay Flower-de-luces shall flourish no more. Help, Help, some kind Saint, Holy Churches Two Sons; Help, thou Church Militant Of Converting Dragoons; Shall Lewis Victorious, Shall Lewis the Glorious See an Orange transplanted upon the French shore And the gay Flower-de-luces now flourish no more Good Caesar compound, Do but Trust me once more; If I'm Treacherous found, I'm a Son of Whore; Let us En Bonne foy Our Joyn'd Forces employ, To stave of an Orange quite from the French shore, Lest the gay Flowr-de-luces should flourish no more. a Cursed ill thing, Makes me rave and run mad; If I were not a King I'd myself fight I-gad; Besides riding will Pain o My Bag-pige in ano; Must an Orange be planted then on the French shore, And my gay Flower-de-luces now flourish no more? The wild Worm in my Tail My Vigour all drains, Through its winding Canale I've voyded my Brains; And these damn'd Heretiques Have fool'd my Politiques, For an Orange once planted upon the French shore, My gay Flower-de-luces will flourish no more.
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