A General Sale of Rebellious Houshold-stuff.
To the Tune of Old Symon the King.
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(1)
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REbellion hath broken up House,
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and hath left me old Lumber to sell;
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Come hither and take your choice,
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Ile promise to use you well.
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Will you buy the old Speakers Chair,
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which was warm, and easie to sit-in,
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And often-times hath been made clean,
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when as it was fouler then fitting,
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Says old Symon the King,
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Says old Symon the King,
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With his thread-bare Cloaths, and his mamsey Nose,
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Sing hey ding ding, a ding ding.
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(2)
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Will you buy any Bacon-flitches?
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theyr the fattest that ever were spent;
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Theyr the sides of the Old Committees,
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fed up with th Long Parliament.
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Heres a pair of Bellows and Tongs,
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and for a small matter Ile sell em;
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Theyr made of the Presbiters Lungs,
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to blow up the Coals of Rebellion,
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Says old Symon the King, etc.
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(3)
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[I] had thought to have given them once
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to some Black-Smith for his Forge;
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But, now I have considerd ont,
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theyr Consecrated to th Church;
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For ile give them to some Choir,
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to make the Organs to rore,
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And the little Pipes squeek higher
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then ever they did before,
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Says old Symon the King, etc.
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(4)
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Heres a couple of Stools for sale,
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the one square, and tother is round;
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Betwixt them both the Tail
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of the RUMP fell unto the Ground.
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Will you buy the States Council-Table,
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which was made of the good Wain-Scot;
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The frame was a tottering Bable
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to uphold th Independent Plot?
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Says old Symon the King, etc.
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(5)
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Heres the Beesom of Reformation,
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which should have made clean the Floor;
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But it swept the Wealth out of th Nation,
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and left us Dirt good store.
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Will you buy the States Spinning-wheel,
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which spun for the Ropers Trade?
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But better it had stood still,
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for now it has spun a fair Thread,
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Saies old Symon the King, etc.
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(6)
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Heres a very good Clyster-Pipe,
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which was made of a Butchers stump;
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And oft-times it hath been usd
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to cure the Colds of the RUMP.
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Heres a lump of Pilgrim Salve,
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which once was a Justice of Peace,
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Who Nol and the Devil did serve;
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but now it is come to This,
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Saies old Symon the King, etc.
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(7)
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Heres a Roll of States Tobacco,
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if any Good Fellow will take it:
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Its neither Virginia nor Spanish,
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but ile tell you how they do make it;
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Tis Covenant mixt with Engagement,
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with an Abjuration-Oath;
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And many of them that did take it
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complain it is foul in the Mouth,
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Saies old Symon the King, etc.
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(8)
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Yet the Ashes may happily serve
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to cure the Scab of the Nation,
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When they have an Itch to serve
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a Rebellion by Innovation,
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A Lanthorn here is to be bought,
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the like was scarce ere begotten:
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For many a Plotr has found out,
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before they ever were thought-on,
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Saies old Symon the King, etc.
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(9)
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Will you buy the Rumps great Saddle,
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which once did carry the Nation?
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And heres the Bitt and the Bridle,
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and Curb of Dissimulation.
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Heres the Breeches of the Rump,
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with a fair dissembling Cloak,
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And a Presbiterian Jump,
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with an Independent smock,
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Saies old Symon the King, etc.
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(10)
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Heres Olivers Brewing Vessels,
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and heres his Dray and his Slings:
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Heres Hewsons Aul and his Bristles,
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with divers other odd things.
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And what doth the price belong
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to all these matters before ye?
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Ile sell them all for an Old song,
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and so I do end my story,
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Saies old Symon the King,
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Saies old Symon the King,
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With his thread-bare Cloaths, and his mamsey Nose,
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Sing hey ding, ding, a ding ding.
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