IGNORAMUS: An Excellent New Song.  
To the Tune of, Lay by your Pleading, Law lies a bleeding.  

[1]  
SInce Reformation  
With Whigs in Fashion,  
There's neither Equity nor Justice in the Nation.  
Against their Furies,  
There no such Cure is,  
As lately hath been wrought by Ignoramus-Juries.  
Compaction of Faction,  
That breeds all Distraction,  
Is at the Zenith Point, but will not bear an Action.  
They shame us, and flame us,  
And ram us, and damn us,  
And then, in spite of Law, come off with Ignoramus.   

[2]  
Oh, how they Plotted,  
Brimighams' Voted,  
And all the Mobile the Holy Cause promoted.  
They preached up Treason,  
At every season,  
And taught the Multitude Rebellion was but Reason,  
With Breaches, Impeaches,  
And most Loyal Speeches,  
With Royal Blood again to glut the thirsty Leeches.  
They shame us and flame us, etc.   

[3]  
'Tis such a Jury  
Would pass no Tory,  
Were he as Innocent as a Saint in Glory:  
But let a Brother  
Ravish his Mother,  
Assassinate his King, he would find no other.  
They shamed, and blamed,  
At loyalists aimed;  
But when a Whig's reprieved, the Town with Beacons flamed.  
They shame us, and flame us, etc.   

[4]  
This Ignoramus  
With which they shame us,  
Would find against a York, to raise a thamus  
Who clears a Traitor;  
And a King Hater  
Against his Lawful Prince would find sufficient matter.  
They sought it, and wrought it,  
Like Rebels they fought it,  
And with the price of Royal Martyr's blood they bought it.  
They shame us, and flame us, etc.   

[5]  
At the Old-Baily,  
Where Rogues flock daily,  
A greater Traitor far then Coleman, White or Staley,  
Was late Indicted,  
Witnesses cited,  
But then he was set free; so the King was righted.  
'Gainst Princes, Offences  
Proved in all senses;  
But 'gainst a Whig there is no Truth in Evidences.  
They shame us, and flame us, etc.   

[6]  
But wot you what, Sir?  
They found it not, Sir;  
'Twas every Jurors Case, and there lay all the Plot, Sir.  
For at this season,  
Should they do reason,  
Which of themselves should scape, if they found it Treason?  
Compassion in fashion,  
The Interest of th' Nation:  
Oh, what a Godly point is self-preservation!  
They shame us, and flame us, etc.   

[7]  
Alas what is Conscience  
In Baxter's own sense,  
When Interest lies at stake, an Oath and Law is Nonsense.  
Now they will banter  
Quaker and Ranter,  
To find a royalist, and clear a Covenanter.  
They'll wrangle and brangle,  
The Soul entangle,  
To save the Traitor's Neck from the old Triangle.  
They flame us, and shame us, etc.   

[8]  
Alas! for pity  
Of this good City,  
What will the Tories say in their Drunken Ditty?  
When all Abettors,  
And Monarch Haters,  
The Brethren damned their Souls to save malicious Traitors.  
But mind it, long wound,  
With prejudice blinded,  
Lest what they did reject, another Jury find it.  
Then shame us, and flame us,  
And ram us, and damn us,  
When against King and Law you find an Ignoramus.    

LONDON: Printed in the year MDCLXXXI.