A New Ignoramus (1681)
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A New
Ignoramus:
Being the second New Song.
To the same Old Tune, Law lyes a Bleeding.
[1]
Since Popish Plotters,
Join’d with Bagg-Trotters,
Sham-Plots are made as fast, as Pots are form’d by Potters
Against these Furies
There no such Cure is,
As what our Law provides, our True and Loyal Juries.
The Action and Paction
That breeds our Distraction,
Is secretly Contrived by the Popish Faction.
Who sham us and flam us,
Trepan us, and damn us,
And then grow enraged when they hear Ignoramus.
Since Popish Plotters,
Join’d with Bagg-Trotters,
Sham-Plots are made as fast, as Pots are form’d by Potters
Against these Furies
There no such Cure is,
As what our Law provides, our True and Loyal Juries.
The Action and Paction
That breeds our Distraction,
Is secretly Contrived by the Popish Faction.
Who sham us and flam us,
Trepan us, and damn us,
And then grow enraged when they hear Ignoramus.
[2]
Traytors are rotten,
Yet not forgotten,
Nor Meal Tub Devices, which never well did Cotten.
At ev’ry Season
Inventing Treason,
And Shams that none believed that had or Sense or Reason
With fetches and stretches,
These notorious Wretches
Would get Loyal Subjects into their Bloody Clutches.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
Traytors are rotten,
Yet not forgotten,
Nor Meal Tub Devices, which never well did Cotten.
At ev’ry Season
Inventing Treason,
And Shams that none believed that had or Sense or Reason
With fetches and stretches,
These notorious Wretches
Would get Loyal Subjects into their Bloody Clutches.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
[3]
If wicked Tories
Could pack their Juries,
That would believe Black, White, and all their Lying Stories
Then by Art Stygian
Whigg’s prov’d a Widgeon,
And should be Hang’d for Plotting against the Popes Religion.
They’d hear a, and swear a
Thing that was as meer a
Gross Lye as e’r was told, and find it Billa vera.
Then sham us, and flam us, &c.
If wicked Tories
Could pack their Juries,
That would believe Black, White, and all their Lying Stories
Then by Art Stygian
Whigg’s prov’d a Widgeon,
And should be Hang’d for Plotting against the Popes Religion.
They’d hear a, and swear a
Thing that was as meer a
Gross Lye as e’r was told, and find it Billa vera.
Then sham us, and flam us, &c.
[4]
This Ignoramus,
For which they blame us,
And to the Pit of Hell, so often Curse and Damn us,
Are men by Tryal,
Honest and Loyal,
And for their King and Country ready are to Die all,
They show it, and Vow it,
Honest men do know it,
Their Loyalty they hold, and never will forgoe it.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
This Ignoramus,
For which they blame us,
And to the Pit of Hell, so often Curse and Damn us,
Are men by Tryal,
Honest and Loyal,
And for their King and Country ready are to Die all,
They show it, and Vow it,
Honest men do know it,
Their Loyalty they hold, and never will forgoe it.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
[5]
At the Old-Baily
Where men don’t dally,
And Traytors oft are Try’d, as Coleman, Whitebread, Staley,
Was late Indicted,
Witnefses cited,
A Loyal Protestant, who spight of Rogues was Righted,
Offences commences
’Gainst all mens Senses,
’Cause the honest Jury believed not Evidences.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
At the Old-Baily
Where men don’t dally,
And Traytors oft are Try’d, as Coleman, Whitebread, Staley,
Was late Indicted,
Witnefses cited,
A Loyal Protestant, who spight of Rogues was Righted,
Offences commences
’Gainst all mens Senses,
’Cause the honest Jury believed not Evidences.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
[6]
For which a Villain
Who for Ten Shilling
To Hang a Protestant shall be found very willing,
Now at this Season
And without Reason,
Shall call the Jury Traytors, and the Law make Treason
In fashion is Passion,
Curses and Damnation,
How quiet should we be, were Rogues sent to their Station.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
For which a Villain
Who for Ten Shilling
To Hang a Protestant shall be found very willing,
Now at this Season
And without Reason,
Shall call the Jury Traytors, and the Law make Treason
In fashion is Passion,
Curses and Damnation,
How quiet should we be, were Rogues sent to their Station.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
[7]
’Las what is Conscience
Ith’ Jesuites own Sence,
For the Church one may Lye, and forswear without offence.
Now what a Lurry,
Keeps barking Tory,
’Cause he is not able the Innocent to whorry!
Doth wrangle and brangle,
’Cause he cannot intangle,
Nor bring honest Tony to the Block or Triangle.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
’Las what is Conscience
Ith’ Jesuites own Sence,
For the Church one may Lye, and forswear without offence.
Now what a Lurry,
Keeps barking Tory,
’Cause he is not able the Innocent to whorry!
Doth wrangle and brangle,
’Cause he cannot intangle,
Nor bring honest Tony to the Block or Triangle.
They sham us, and flam us, &c.
[8]
I’le tell you What, Sir,
You must go Plot, Sir
And get better Witness e’r Wise Men go to Pot Sir,
When such abettors,
Protestant haters,
Would damn their Souls to Hell to make them wicked Traytors;
We mind it and wind it,
And are not now blinded,
For what we now reject, no honest Jury ’le find it,
They sham us, and flam us,
They ram us and damn us,
When, according to the Law, we find Ignoramus.
I’le tell you What, Sir,
You must go Plot, Sir
And get better Witness e’r Wise Men go to Pot Sir,
When such abettors,
Protestant haters,
Would damn their Souls to Hell to make them wicked Traytors;
We mind it and wind it,
And are not now blinded,
For what we now reject, no honest Jury ’le find it,
They sham us, and flam us,
They ram us and damn us,
When, according to the Law, we find Ignoramus.
London, Printed for Charles Leigh, 1681.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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