Lyrics:

Look at these hands

Spokes of the sun God delay you, spray you

Prince of orange, climb the ladder

Prince of orange will die.



Brass robinettes

Trumpet and drums for the taking, baking

Prince of orange, climb the ladder

Prince of orange will die.



All the food he steals is all right

Far the tall and gentle poplar

Causing fanfare to those listening

Now



Drape round your head

Mischief and secrets in green kelt, all hell

Prince of orange, climb the ladder

Prince of orange will die.



Look at these lands (--- --- ---)

Youll get no books for your dinner

Sinner

Prince of orange, climb the ladder

Prince of orange will die