A General Sale of Rebellious Houshold-stuff
To the Tune of Old Simon 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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I'le promise to use you well.
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Will you buy the old Speaker's 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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They're the fattest that ever were spent;
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They're the sides of the Old Committees,
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Fed up with th' Long Parliament.
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Here's a pair of Bellows and Tongs,
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And for a small matter I'le sell 'em;
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They're made of the Presbyters 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 consider'd on't,
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They're Consecrated to th' Church;
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For I'le 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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Than ever they did before,
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Says old Symon the King, etc.
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Here's a couple of Stools for sale,
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The one square, and t' other 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 Babel,
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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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Here's 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 Threed,
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Says old Symon the King, etc.
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Here's 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 us'd
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To cure the Colds of the RUMP.
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Here's 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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Says old Symon the King, etc.
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[7]
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Here's a Roll of States Tobacco,
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If any Good Fellow will take it:
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It's neither Virginia nor Spanish,
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But I'le 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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Says 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 e'r begotten,
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For many a Plot 't has found out,
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Before they ever were thought-on,
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Says old Symon the King, etc.
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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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Here's the Breeches of the Rump,
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With a fair dissembling Cloak,
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And a Presbyterian Jump,
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With an Independent Smock,
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Says old Symon the King, etc.
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[10]
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Here's Olivers Brewing-Vessels,
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And here's his Dray and his Slings:
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Here's 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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I'le sell them all for an Old Song,
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And so I do end my story,
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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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