This text comes from Rump Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
All you that would no longer
To a Monarch be subjected,
Come away to Guildhall, and be there liberall,
Your Wish shall be there effected.
Come come away, bring your Gold, bring your Jewells,
Your silver Shap’t, or Molten,
If the King you’l have down, and advance to the Crown
Five Members and K———
Regard no Proclamations,
They’re Subjects fit to Jest on,
Henry Elsing’s far better than C. R.
Resolv’d upon the Question.
Come, come away, &c.
You Aldermen first send in
Your Chaines upon these Summons,
To buy Ropes ends, for all the Kings Friends,
They’re Traytors to the Commons.
Come, come away, &c.
Your Basons large, and Ewers,
Unto this use alot them,
If ere you mean your hands to clean
From th’ Sins by which you got them.
Come, come away, &c.
Bring in your Cannes and Gobletts,
You Citizens confiding,
And think it no scorn, to drink in a Horn
Of your own Wives providing.
Come, come away, &c.
Ye Bretheren strong and lusty,
The Sisters Exercise yee,
Get Babes of Grace, and Spoons apace,
Both Houses do advise yee.
Come, come away, &c.
Let the Religious Sempstress
Her silver Thimble bring here,
’Twill be a fine thing in deposing a King,
To say you had a Finger.
Come, come away, &c.
Your Childe’s redeemed Whistle
May here obtain Admittance,
Nor shall that Cost be utterly lost,
They’le give you an Acquittance.
Come, come away, &c.
The Gold and Silver Bodkin,
The Parliament woo’d ha both,
Which oft doth make, the House to take
A Journey on the Sabboth.
Come, come away, &c.
You that have store of Mony
Bring’t hither, and be thrifty,
If th’ Parliament thrive, they’le so contrive
You shall have back Four for Fifty.
Come, come away, &c.
If when the Councell’s ended,
Your Plate you will recover,
Be sure you may the chief Head that day
On the Bridge or Tower discover.
Come, come away, &c.