A General Sale of Rebellious Householdstuff  
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'll promise to use you well.  
Will you buy the old Speaker's Chair,  
Which was warm, and easy to sit-in,  
And oftentimes hath been made clean,  
When as it was fouler than fitting,  
Says old Simon the King,  
Says old Simon the King,  
With his threadbare clothes, and his mamsey Nose,  
Sing hay 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 Tongues,  
And for a small matter I'll sell 'em;  
They're made of the Presbyters Lungs,  
To blow up the Coals of Rebellion,  
Says old Simon the King, etc.   

[3]  
I had thought to have given them once  
To some Blacksmith for his Forge;  
But, now I have considered on't,  
They're Consecrated to th' Church;  
For I'll give them to some Choir,  
To make the Organs to roar,  
And the little Pipes squeak higher  
Than ever they did before,  
Says old Simon the King, etc.   

[4]  
Here's a couple of Stools for sale,  
The one square, and t'other is round;  
Betwixt them both the Tail  
Of the RUMP fell unto the ground.  
Will you buy the State's Council-Table,  
Which was made of the good Wain- Scot;  
The frame was a tottering Babel,  
To uphold th' Independent Plot?  
Says old Simon the King, etc.   

[5]  
Here's the Besom 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 State's Spinning-wheel,  
Which spun for the Ropers Trade?  
But better it had stood still,  
For now it has spun a fair Thread,  
Says old Simon the King, etc.   

[6]  
Here's a very good Clyster-pipe,  
Which was made of a Butcher's stump;  
And ofttimes it hath been used  
To cure the Colds of the RUMP.  
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 Simon the King, etc.   

[7]  
Here's a Roll of State's Tobacco,  
If any Good Fellow will take it:  
It's neither Virginia nor Spanish,  
But I'll tell you how they do make it;  
'Tis Covenant mixed with Engagement,  
With an Abjuration-Oath;  
And many of them that did take it  
Complain it is foul in the mouth,  
Says old Simon the King, etc.   

[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 Lantern here is to be bought,  
The like was scarce e'er begotten;  
For many a Plot 't has found out,  
Before they ever were thought-on,  
Says old Simon the King, etc.   

[9]  
Will you buy the Rump's great Saddle,  
Which once did carry the Nation?  
And here's the Bit 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 Simon the King, etc.   

[10]  
Here's Oliver's Brewing-Vessels,  
And here's his Dray and his Slings:  
Here's Hewson's Awl and his Bristles,  
With divers other odd things.  
And what doth the Price belong  
To all these matters before-ye?  
I'll sell them all for an Old Song,  
And so I do end my story,  
Says old Simon the King,  
Says old Simon the King,  
With his threadbare clothes, and his mamsey Nose,  
Sing hay ding, ding, a ding ding.    

LONDON: Printed for ALLEN BANKS. 1682.