The Ignoramus Ballad.
To the Tune of, Let Oliver now be Forgotten.
1.
LEt Fourty eight now be remember'd,
And what was then Acted behold;
The High Court of Justice is tender'd
To cast our Fate in the same Mold.
All things are prepared and ready,
The Faction Constant and steady,
At Moments call,
T' appear ne'r dread ye;
And all the Proud Tories shall fall.
2.
Behold a whole Colledge is coming,
In Equipage like to Sir Hue;
With Anger and Courage he's Foaming,
With Colours of Orange and Blew.
The Dray-mans Horse he has mounted,
And no small Fool is accounted
Amongst the Rabble,
He Swears th' Anointed
He'l tumble down now like a Babel.
3.
With Blunderbuss, Sword and with Pistol,
With Powder and Bullet likewise;
By Treason and Force to resist all,
He doubts not of winning the Prize:
The King he will bring to his Lure,
Or else take him Prisoner be Sure,
Unto Guildhall;
Where he shall Endure,
Till he yield to the Parliaments ALL.
4.
But God, our Soveraign's Protector,
Against all his Enemies Train,
His timely Reveal'd the Projector,
And render'd their Plotting as Vain:
The Parliament soon He Dissolved,
Preventing our being Involved,
In the Old Snare,
As 'twas Resolved;
You see what such Traytors will dare.
5.
When Blunderbuss first was Accused,
And unto the Tower was sent;
The Jury of Rebels refused,
To find him, as 'twas their Intent.
But Honester men there were found out,
Resolving, so to bring it about
To find the Bill,
By giving the Rout
To all Ignoramus his Skill.
6.
And now he is brought to his Tryal,
And Guilty of Treason is found;
Yet he had the Face to Deny-all,
There's nought can his Treason Confound:
Old Nick's at his Elbow still Pressing,
And Frightens him from his Confessing:
He has no Hope,
By any Addressing,
To shelter his Neck from the Rope.
7
Now W—e, that Hogshead of Treason,
With his Ignoramus, comes next;
Whose Jury I think will find Reason,
T' Invalid his Specious pretext.
The Idol (he says) must be pull'd down
Of Whitehall, with His Scepter and Crown:
A Hector Bold,
Though seeming to Frown,
His Courage will quickly be Cold.
8.
Now D—ld's come to the Trapp too▪
For Falsely Suborning to Swear;
Great Lucifer's Chaplain is napt too,
And's Drawer must bring up the Reer:
The Parson may Preach in the Manger,
To free them all from the Danger;
But all in Vain,
Believe me, (a Stranger,)
The Hangman must open a Vein.