A General Sale of Rebellious Houshold-stuff
To the Tune of
Old Simon the King.
[1]
REbellion hath broken up House,
And hath left me old Lumber to sell;
Come hither and take your choice;
I'le promise to use you well.
Will you buy the old
Speaker's Chair,
Which was warm, and easie to sit-in,
And often-times hath been made clean,
When as it was fouler then fitting,
Says old
Symon the King,
Says old
Symon the King,
With his thread-bare Cloaths, and his mamsey Nose,
Sing hey ding, ding, a ding ding.
[2]
Will you buy any Bacon-flitches?
They're the fattest that ever were spent;
They're the sides of the Old Committees,
Fed up with th'
Long Parliament.
Here's a pair of Bellows and Tongs,
And for a small matter I'le sell 'em;
They're made of the
Presbyters Lungs,
To blow up the Coals of Rebellion,
Says old
Symon the King, &c.
[3]
I had thought to have given them once
To some Black-Smith for his Forge;
But, now I have consider'd on't,
They're Consecrated to th' Church;
For I'le give them to some Choir,
To make the Organs to rore,
And the little Pipes squeek higher
Than ever they did before,
Says old
Symon the King, &c.
[4]
Here's a couple of Stools for sale,
The one square, and t'other is round;
Betwixt them both the Tail
Of the
RVMP fell unto the ground.
Will you buy the States Council-Table,
Which was made of the good Wain-
Scot;
The frame was a tottering
Babel,
To uphold th'
Independent Plot?
Says old
Symon the King, &c.
[5]
Here's the Beesom of Reformation,
Which should have made clean the Floor;
But it swept the Wealth out of th'Nation,
And left us Dirt good store.
Will you buy the States Spinning-wheel,
Which spun for the Ropers Trade?
But better it had stood still,
For now it has spun a fair Threed,
Says old
Symon the King, &c.
[6]
Here's a very good Clyster-pipe,
Which was made of a Butchers stump;
And oft-times it hath been us'd
To cure the Colds of the
RVMP.
Here's a lump of
Pilgrim-Salve,
Which once was a Justice of Peace,
Who
Nol and the
Devil did serve;
But now it is come to
This,
Says old
Symon the King, &c.
[7]
Here's a Roll of
States Tobacco,
If any Good Fellow will take it:
It's neither
Virginia nor
Spanish,
But I'le tell you how they do make it;
'Tis
Covenant mixt with
Engagement,
With an
Abjuration-Oath;
And many of them that did take it
Complain it is foul in the mouth,
Says old
Symon the King, &c.
[8]
Yet the Ashes ma
[...] happily serve
To Cure the Scab of the Nation,
When they have an Itch to serve
A Rebellion by Innovation.
A Lanthorn here is to be bought,
The like was scarce e'r begotten;
For many a Plot 't has found out,
Before they ever were thought-on,
Says old
Symon the King, &c.
[9]
Will you buy the
Rump's great Saddle,
Which once did carry the Nation?
And heres the Bitt and the Bridle,
And Curb of Dissimulation.
Here's the Breeches of the
Rump,
With a fair dissembling Cloak,
And a
Presbyterian Jump,
With an
Independent Smock,
Says old
Symon the King, &c.
[10]
Here's
Oliver's Brewing-Vessels,
And here's his Dray and his Slings:
Here's
Hewson's Aul and his Bristles,
With divers other odd things.
And what doth the Price belong
To all these matters before-ye?
I'le sell them all for an
Old Song,
And so I do end my story,
Says old
Symon the King,
Says old
Symon the King,
With his thread-bare Cloaths, and his mamsey Nose,
Sing hey ding, ding, a ding ding.