Rebellion given over House-keeping: OR, A General Sale of Rebellious household stuff. Being a Pleasant New Song.  
To the Tune of, Old Simon the King.  
 woodcut of woman in window  

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 then sitting:  
Says O●d Sim●n the King,  
say● O d Simon the King,  
With h●s thread-bare clothes, and his Mamsey Nose,  
sing hey ding, ding, a ding ding.   

Will you buy any ●●con ●●itches?  
t●ey● she f●t●est that ever were spent;  
They're the sides of the old Committees,  
fed up with th' long parliament.  
Here's a pair of be●●ows an● tongs,  
and for a small matter I'll fell 'em;  
They're made of the presbyters Lungs,  
to blow up the Coa●s of Rebellion,  
Says old Simon the King, &c.   

I had thought to have given them once  
to some Black-●●●ith for his Forge;  
But ●ow I have considered on't,  
I for them have found other use:  
For I'll give them to s●●e ●h●●r,  
to make the Organs to roar,  
And the little Pipes ●●ur●k higher  
then ever they did before,  
Says old Simo ●he King,  
says Ol Simon the King,  
With his Thread-bare clothes, and his mamsey Nose  
sing hey ding, ding, a ding ding.   

Here, s a couple of S●ools 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 States Council Table,  
which was made of the good wain-Scot;  
The frame was a tottering babble  
to uphold th'independent plot;  
Says old Simon the King, &c.   

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 States spinning wheel,  
which spun for the Ropers Trade?  
But better it had stoodstill,  
for now in has spun a Fair thread?  
Says old Simon the king, &c.   

Here's a very good Clyster Pipe,  
which was made of a Butchers stump?  
And oft-times it hath been used  
to cure the Colds of the Rump.  
Here's a lump of Ignorance,  
which once was a Iustice of peace,  
Who ●●l and the devil did serve,  
but now it is come to This,  
Says old Simon the King, &c.   

Here's a Role of States 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 was foul in the Mouth,  
Says Old Simon the King, &c.   

●●t the Ashes may happily serve  
to cure the Scab of the Nation,  
When they have an itch to serum  
a Rebellion by Innovation,  
A lantern here is to be bought,  
the like was scarce e're begotten:  
For many a Plot't has found out,  
before they ever were thought on,  
Says old Simon the King, &c.   

Will you buy the Rumps great Saddle,  
which once did carry the Nation;  
And here's the bit and the Bridle,  
and kerb of Dissimulation?  
Here's the Breeches of the Rump,  
With a fair dissembling Cloak,  
And a Presbiterian jump,  
with an Independent Smock,  
Says old Simon the King, &c.   

Will you buy a Conscience ne'er turned,  
which served the High Court of Iustice?  
And stretched until England it mourned,  
but Hell will buy that if the worst is:  
Here's joan Crumwels Kitching-stuff-Tub,  
wherein is the Fat of the Rumpers,  
With which she Old Noll's Horns did rub,  
when he was got drunk with full Bumpers:  
Says Old Simon the King, &c.   

Here's the Purse of the public Faith,  
here's the Model of Sequestration,  
Here are the old wives who on good troth,  
sent Thimbles to ruin the Nation:  
Here is Dick Crumwel's Protectorship,  
and here is Lambert's Commission,  
And here is Hugh Peters his Scrip,  
cram'● with the Tumultuous Petitions.  
Says Old Simon the King, &c.   

Here's Olivers Brewing Vessels.  
and here's his Dray and his Slings:  
Here's Hewsons 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 thread-bare clothes,& a Mamsey Nose  
Sing hey ding, ding, a ding ding.   
FINIS.   

Printed for J. W. J. C. W. T. T. P. and M. C.