This text comes from Rump Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
We have a King and yet no King,
For he hath lost his Power,
For ’gainst his Will his Subjects are
Imprison’d in the Tower.
We had some Laws (but now no Laws)
By which he held his Crown,
And we had Estates and Liberties
But now they’re voted down.
We had Religion; but of late
That’s beaten down with Clubs,
Whilst that Prophanesse Authoriz’d
Is belched forth in Tubs.
We were free Subjects born, but now
We are by force made Slaves,
By some whom we did count our Friends,
But in the end prov’d Knaves.
And now to such a grievous height
Are our Misfortunes grown,
That our Estates are took away
By tricks before ne’re known.
For there are Agents sent abroad
Most humbly for to crave
Our Almes: but if they are deny’d,
And of us nothing have.
Then by a Vote ex tempore
We are to Prison sent,
Mark’d with the Name of Enemy
Of King and Parliament.
And during our Imprisonment,
Their lawless Bulls do thunder
A Licence to their Souldiers
Our Houses for to plunder.
And if their Hounds do chance to smell
A man whose Fortunes are
Of some Account, whose Purse is full,
Which now is somewhat rare.
A Monster now Delinquent term’d,
He is declar’d to be,
And that his Lands as well as Goods
Sequestred ought to be.
And as if our Prisons were too good,
He is to Yarmouth sent
By vertue ot a Warrant from
The King and Parliament.
Thus is our Royal Soveraigns name
And eke his Power infus’d,
And by the vertue of the same
He and all His abus’d.
For by this Means his Castles now
Are in the power of those
Who treacherously with Might and Maine
Do strive him to depose.
Arise therefore brave British men,
Fight for your King and State,
Against those Trayterous men that strive
This Realm to Ruinate.
’Tis Pym, ’tis Pym, and his Colleagues,
That did our woe engender,
Nought but their Lives can end our Woes,
And us in safety render.