This text comes from Rump Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
No Pedigrees nor Projects
Of after-times I tell,
Nor what strange things the Parliament
In former times befell,
Nor how an Emperour got a King,
Nor how a King a Prince,
But you shall hear what Progenies
Have been begotten since.
The Devil he a Monster got,
Which was both strong and stout,
This many-headed Monster
Did strait beget a Rout:
This Rout begat a Parliament,
As Charles he well remembers,
The Parliament got Monsters too,
The which begot Five Members.
The Members Five did then beget
Most of the House of Peers,
The Peers mis-understandings got
All Jealousies and Fears;
The Jealousies got Horse and Men,
Lest Warrs should have abounded,
And I dare say this Horse got Pym,
And he begot a Round-head.
The Round-head got a Citizen,
That great Tax-bearing Mule,
The Mule begot a Parliament Asse,
And he begot a Fool:
Some say the Fool got Warwick,
And Rich gave him his whole Land,
In zeal Lord Rich got God knows who,
And God knows who got H———
This H——— Surplices got down,
And those Church Rites that were,
He hath Petitions enough each day,
No need of the Lords Prayer:
But it’s no wonder that’s cry’d down,
And that indeed the rather,
’Cause Pym and he two Bastards are,
And dare not say, Our Father.
Now since this is the chiefest thing,
Hath got this great division,
Which London for to reconcile,
Hath got this great Munition:
The City hath now been refin’d,
From all her Drosse and Pelf,
They’re now about for to new mold,
And Coyn the Common-wealth.