A New Ballad of the Protestant joiner. Or of colleges Lamentation, since his Condemnation.  
Tune of Tony, Or, How unhappy in love is Philander.  
 Man being hanged  Castle Front  

[ 1]  
THe Protestant joiner is carried  
To Oxford to take his degree,  
And there it is said will be married  
All under the Willow-green three.  
For since his Accomplishes falter,  
Jack catch has provided a Halter  
For those that did blame us;  
And went for to shame us:  
Will find that the Bill was not Ignoramus.   

[ 2]  
He's swelled up with Treacherous Sedition,  
And now of Rebellion is sick,  
He wants the Fore-man his physician  
To find out some politic trick,  
For he Good-man's in the Tower,  
And now lies beyond the power  
Of Whig, or of Shrieve,  
To give him Reprieve,  
Or Counsel him how himself to Retrieve.   

[ 3]  
May now all the presbyter Faction  
Look sad at this colleges fate,  
Who was Master of Arts in Transaction,  
To make Tony Head of the State:  
Since Libell's accounted witty,  
He published throughout the City,  
To blow up the fire  
Of Ambitious desire,  
For which in a Halter he's now like t' expire.   

[ 4]  
The Judges were kind to the Prisoner,  
And granted what e're he desired,  
He had presbyter, Priest, and Tapster  
To speak what e're he Required:  
He had what e're he propounded,  
Yet was by the witness confounded,  
For the Priest disappears,  
Through scoffs, and through jeares,  
& shrunk out of the Court like a Rat without ears.   

[ 5]  
Twelve men of the best of the County  
Were chosen to bring in the Fact,  
They scorned a Reward or a Bounty,  
Since for God and King Charles they did Act,  
They brought him in guilty of Treason,  
For which all the Judges shew'd reason,  
Then after being Cast,  
His Sentence was past,  
For the Halter's the first,& the Fire the last.   

[ 6]  
He now does begin to repent him,  
And wishes he'd ne'er been a Fool,  
But made use of the Talent was lent him;  
Not worked with so dangerous a tool:  
So wretched a sot ne'er man saw,  
He's cut to Death with his Hand-Saw,  
This, this is the fate,  
When fools to be great,  
will venture their lives to be Members of State   

[ 7]  
This Rascal who lived well in London  
And could not be Planeing at home,  
But is by his foolery undone,  
And to Execution must come:  
He thought to have been Head of the college,  
But that was beyond his knowledge,  
Thus fools who aspire,  
Will fall in the Mire,  
And still do come short of what they desire.   

[ 8]  
God preserve Great Charles and his council,  
And see that to Sentence they bring,  
All Traytors that do pronounce ill,  
Or talk of so Gracious a King:  
May they all by their Plot● be confounded,  
Both Papist, Whigg, and, Round-head,  
And bring them t● shane,  
Who speak ill of his name,  
for he's our King that the world does proclaim    

Printed for J. clerk at the Golden lion in Wast Smithfield.