Prince Of Orange Lyrics - Xtc

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.