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