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.
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