This text comes from Rump Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Now Lambert’s sunk, and valiant M———
Does ape his General Cromwell,
And Arthur’s Court, ’cause time is short,
Does rage like Devils from Hell;
Let’s mark the fate and course of State,
Who rises when t’other is sinking,
And beleive when this is past
’Twill be our turn at last
To bring the Good Old Cause by drinking.
First, red nos’d Nol he swallowed all,
His colour shew’d he lov’d it:
But Dick his Son, as he were none,
Gav’t off, and hath reprov’d it;
But that his foes made bridge of’s nose,
And cry’d him down for a Protector,
Proving him to be a fool, that would undertake to rule,
And not drink and fight like Hector.
The Grecian Lad, he drank like mad,
Minding no work above it
And Sans question kill’d Ephestion,
Because he’d not approve it;
He got command, where God had land,
And like a Maudlin Yonker,
When he tippled all and wept, he laid him down to sleep,
Having no more Worlds to conquer.
Rump-Parliament would needs invent
An Oath of Abjuration,
But Obedience and Allegiance are now come into fashion:
Then here’s a boul, with a heart and soul
To Charles, and let all men say Amen to’t,
Though they brought the Father down
From a triple Kingdom Crown,
Wee’l drink the Son up agen to’t.