The Ignoramus Ballad.
To the Tune of, Let Oliver now be Forgotten.
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LEt Fourty eight now be rememberd,
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And what was then Acted behold;
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The High Court of Justice is tenderd
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To cast our Fate in the same Mold.
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All things are prepared and ready,
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The Faction Constant and steady,
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At Moments call,
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T appear ner dread ye;
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And all the Proud Tories shall fall.
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2.
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Behold a whole Colledge is coming,
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In Equipage like to Sir Hue;
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With Anger and Courage hes Foaming,
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With Colours of Orange and Blew.
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The Dray-mans Horse he has mounted,
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And no small Fool is accounted
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Amongst the Rabble,
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He Swears th Anointed
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Hel tumble down now like a Babel.
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3.
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With Blunderbuss, Sword and with Pistol,
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With Powder and Bullet likewise;
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By Treason and Force to resist all,
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He doubts not of winning the Prize:
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The King he will bring to his Lure,
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Or else take him Prisoner be Sure,
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Unto Guildhall;
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Where he shall Endure,
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Till he yield to the Parliaments ALL.
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4.
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But God, our Soveraigns Protector,
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Against all his Enemies Train,
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Has timely Reveald the Projector,
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And renderd their Plotting as Vain:
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The Parliament soon He Dissolved,
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Preventing our being Involved,
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In the Old Snare,
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As twas Resolved;
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You see what such Traytors will dare.
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5.
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When Blunderbuss first was Accused,
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And unto the Tower was sent;
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The Jury of Rebels refused,
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To find him, as twas their Intent.
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But Honester men there were found out,
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Resolving, so to bring it about
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To find the Bill,
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By giving the Rout
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To all Ignoramus his Skill.
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6.
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And now he is brought to his Tryal,
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And Guilty of Treason is found;
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Yet he had the Face to Deny-all,
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Theres nought can his Treason Confound:
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Old Nicks at his Elbow still Pressing,
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And Frightens him from his Confessing:
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He has no Hope,
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By any Addressing,
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To shelter his Neck from the Rope.
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7.
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Now W------e, that Hogshead of Treason,
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With his Ignoramus, comes next;
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Whose Jury I think will find Reason,
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T Invalid his Specious pretext.
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The Idol (he says) must be pulld down
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Of Whitehall, with His Scepter and Crown:
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A Hector Bold,
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Though seeming to Frown,
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His Courage will quickly be Cold.
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8.
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Now D------lds come to the Trapp too,
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For Falsely Suborning to Swear;
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Great Lucifers Chaplain is napt too,
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Ands Drawer must bring up the Reer:
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The Parson may Preach in the Manger,
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To free them all from the Danger;
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But all in Vain,
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Believe me, (a Stranger,)
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The Hangman must open a Vein.
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