The Ignoramus Ballad.  
To the Tune of, Let Oliver now be Forgotten.  

1.  
LEt Forty eight now be remembered,  
And what was then Acted behold;  
The High Court of Justice is tendered  
To cast our Fate in the same Mould.  
All things are prepared and ready,  
The Faction Constant and steady,  
At Moment's call,  
T' appear ne'er dread ye;  
And all the Proud Tories shall fall.   

2.  
Behold a whole College is coming,  
In Equipage like to Sir Hue;  
With Anger and Courage he's Foaming,  
With Colours of Orange and Blue.  
The Dray-mans' Horse he has mounted,  
And no small Fool is accounted  
Amongst the Rabble,  
He Swears th' Anointed  
He'll 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 Sovereign's Protector,  
Against all his Enemy's Train,  
His timely Revealed the Projector,  
And rendered their Plotting as Vain:  
The Parliament soon He Dissolved,  
Preventing our being Involved,  
In the Old Snare,  
As 'twas Resolved;  
You see what such Traitors 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 Trial,  
And Guilty of Treason is found;  
Yet he had the Face to Denial,  
There's nought can his Treason Confound:  
Old Nicks 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 pulled down  
Of Whitehall, with His Sceptre 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 napped too,  
And's Drawer must bring up the Rear:  
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.    

Printed for N. T. Anno Dom. 1681.