"Orange-girl Kitty
Here you may see.
That she is pretty
All will agree.
"Three for a penny!"
That is her cry;
No wonder many
Hasten to buy.

Orange-girl Kitty’s
Mother, we're told,
Everyone pities—
So feeble and old.
Poor mother’s living
Kitty obtains,
Cheerfully giving
Her all that she gains.

Orange-girl Kitty
Roams to and fro;
All through the city
She’s known high and low.
When the sun’s shining,
When the rain falls,
Never repining,—
"Fine fruit!" Kitty calls.