This text comes from Rump Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Me have of late been in England
Vere me have seen much sport,
De raising of de Parliament,
Have quite pull’d down de Court,
De King and Queen dey seperate,
And rule in Ignorance,
Pray judge ye Gentlemen, if dis
Be a la mode de France.
A vise man dere is like a Ship
Dat strikes upon de shelves,
Dey Prison all, Behead and Whip
All viser den demselves,
Dey send out men to fetch deyr King,
Who may come home perchance,
Oh fye, fye, fye, it is be Gar
Not a la mode de France.
Dey raise deyr Valiant Prentices,
To guard deyr Cause with Clubs,
Dey root deyr Bishops out of doors,
And Presh demselves in Tubs,
De Cobler and de Tinker too,
Dey will in time advance,
Pox take dem all, it is (Mort Dieu)
Not a la mode de France.
Instead of bowing to deyr King,
Dey vex him with Epistles,
Dey furnish all deyr Souldiers out
With Bodkins, Spoons, and Whistles,
Dey bring deyr Gold and Silver in,
De Brownists to advance,
But if dey be cheat of it all,
’Tiz a la mode de France.
But if when all deyr wealth is gone,
Dey turn unto deyr King,
Dey will make all amends again,
Den merrily we will sing,
Vive le roy, vive le roy,
Vee’le Sing, Carouse and Dance,
De English men have done fort Bon,
And a la mode de France.