This text comes from Rump Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
I Mean to speak of Englands sad fate,
To help in mean time the King, and his Mate,
That’s ruled by an Antipodian State,
Which no body can deny.
But had these seditious times been when
We had the life of wise Poet Ben,
Parsons had never been Parliament men,
Which no body can deny.
Had Statesmen read the Bible throughout,
And not gone by the Bible so round about,
They would have ruled themselves without doubt,
Which no body can deny.
But Puritans now bear all the sway,
They’ll have no Bishops as most men say,
But God send them better another day,
Which no body can deny.
Zealous P——— has threatned a great downfall,
To cut off long locks that is bushy and small,
But I hope he will not take ears and all,
Which no body can deny.
P——— Burton, sayes women that’s lewd and loose,
Shall wear no stallion locks for a bush,
They’ll only have private boyes for their use,
Which no body can deny.
They’ll not allow what pride it brings,
Nor favours in hats, nor no such things,
They’ll convert all ribbands to Bible strings,
Which no body can deny.
God blesse our King and Parliament,
And send he may make such K——— repent,
That breed our Land such discontent,
Which no body can deny.
And blesse our Queen and Prince also,
And all true Subjects both high and low,
The Brownings can pray for themselves you know,
Which no body can deny.