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