A Choice Collection of 120 Loyal Songs/Ignoramus
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Ignoramus: An Excellent Song. To the Tune of, Lay by your Pleading
1
Since Reformation
With Whig’s in Fashion,
There’s neither Equity nor Justice in the Nation.
Against their Furies,
There no such Cure is,
As lately hath been wrought by Ignoramus-Juries.
Compaction of Faction
That breeds all Distraction,
Is at the Zenith Point, but will not bear an Action.
They sham us, and flam us,
And ram us, and damn us,
And then, in spight of Law, come off with Ignoramus.
Since Reformation
With Whig’s in Fashion,
There’s neither Equity nor Justice in the Nation.
Against their Furies,
There no such Cure is,
As lately hath been wrought by Ignoramus-Juries.
Compaction of Faction
That breeds all Distraction,
Is at the Zenith Point, but will not bear an Action.
They sham us, and flam us,
And ram us, and damn us,
And then, in spight of Law, come off with Ignoramus.
2
Oh, how they Plotted,
Brimighams Voted
And all the Mobile the Holy Cause promoted;
They preach’d up Treason,
At ev’ry season,
And taught the Multitude Rebellion was but Reason,
With Breaches, Impeaches,
And most Loyal Speeches,
With Royal Bloud again to glut the thirsty Leeches.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
Oh, how they Plotted,
Brimighams Voted
And all the Mobile the Holy Cause promoted;
They preach’d up Treason,
At ev’ry season,
And taught the Multitude Rebellion was but Reason,
With Breaches, Impeaches,
And most Loyal Speeches,
With Royal Bloud again to glut the thirsty Leeches.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
3
’Tis such a Jury
Wou'’ pass no Tory,
Were he as Innocent as a Saint in Glory:
But let a Brother
Ravish his Mother,
Assassinate his King, he wou’d find no other.
They shamed, and blamed,
At Loyallists aimed;
But when a Whig’s repriev’d, the Town with Beacons flamed.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
’Tis such a Jury
Wou'’ pass no Tory,
Were he as Innocent as a Saint in Glory:
But let a Brother
Ravish his Mother,
Assassinate his King, he wou’d find no other.
They shamed, and blamed,
At Loyallists aimed;
But when a Whig’s repriev’d, the Town with Beacons flamed.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
4
This Ignoramus
With which they sham us,
Wou’d find against a York, to raise a M…th-amus
Who clears a Traytor;
And a King Hater,
Against his Lawful Prince wou’d find sufficient matter.
They fought it, and wrought it,
Like Rebels they fought it,
And with the price of Royal Martyrs blood, they bought it.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
This Ignoramus
With which they sham us,
Wou’d find against a York, to raise a M…th-amus
Who clears a Traytor;
And a King Hater,
Against his Lawful Prince wou’d find sufficient matter.
They fought it, and wrought it,
Like Rebels they fought it,
And with the price of Royal Martyrs blood, they bought it.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
5
At the Old Baily,
Where Rogues flock daily,
A greater Traytor far then Coleman, White or Staley,
Was late Indicted,
Witnesses cited,
But then he was set free; so the King was righted
’Gainst Princes, Offences
Prov’d in all senses;
But ’gainst a Whig there's no Truth in Evidences.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
At the Old Baily,
Where Rogues flock daily,
A greater Traytor far then Coleman, White or Staley,
Was late Indicted,
Witnesses cited,
But then he was set free; so the King was righted
’Gainst Princes, Offences
Prov’d in all senses;
But ’gainst a Whig there's no Truth in Evidences.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
6
But wot you what, Sir?
They found it not, Sir;
’Twas ev’ry Jurors Case, and there lay all the Plot, Sir.
For at this season,
Shou’d they do reason,
Which of themselves wou’d scape, if they found it Treason?
Compassion in fashion,
The Int’rest of th’ Nation:
Oh, what a Godly point is self-preservation!
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
But wot you what, Sir?
They found it not, Sir;
’Twas ev’ry Jurors Case, and there lay all the Plot, Sir.
For at this season,
Shou’d they do reason,
Which of themselves wou’d scape, if they found it Treason?
Compassion in fashion,
The Int’rest of th’ Nation:
Oh, what a Godly point is self-preservation!
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
7
’Las what is Conscience
In Baxter’s own sense,
When Int’rest lies at stake, an Oath and Law is Nonsense.
Now they will banter
Quaker and Ranter,
To find a Royallist, and clear a Covenanter.
They’l wrangle and brangle,
The Soul intangle,
To save the Traytors Neck from the old Triangle.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
’Las what is Conscience
In Baxter’s own sense,
When Int’rest lies at stake, an Oath and Law is Nonsense.
Now they will banter
Quaker and Ranter,
To find a Royallist, and clear a Covenanter.
They’l wrangle and brangle,
The Soul intangle,
To save the Traytors Neck from the old Triangle.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
8
Alass! for pity
Of this good City,
What will the Tories say in their Drunken Dity?
When all Abettors,
And Monarch Haters,
The Brethren damn’d their Souls to save malicious Traytors.
But mind it, long winded,
With prejudice blinded,
Lest what they did reject, another Jury find it.
They sham us, and flam us,
And ram us, and damn us,
When against King and Law you find an Ignoramus.
Alass! for pity
Of this good City,
What will the Tories say in their Drunken Dity?
When all Abettors,
And Monarch Haters,
The Brethren damn’d their Souls to save malicious Traytors.
But mind it, long winded,
With prejudice blinded,
Lest what they did reject, another Jury find it.
They sham us, and flam us,
And ram us, and damn us,
When against King and Law you find an Ignoramus.