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A Collection of Loyal Songs.
May Rumbold, Gray, Armſtrong & Sidney be Sainted,
And Titus’s Long Tongue, ſo often forſworn,
May his ſhort neck ſtretch for’t when Oates is attained,
And wiſh into th’ World he had never been born.
And Titus’s Long Tongue, ſo often forſworn,
May his ſhort neck ſtretch for’t when Oates is attained,
And wiſh into th’ World he had never been born.
Ignoramus, An Excellent Song. To the Tune of, Lay by your Pleading.
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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 ſham us, and flam us,
And ram us, and damn us,
And then, in ſpight of Law, come off with Ignoramus.
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 ſham us, and flam us,
And ram us, and damn us,
And then, in ſpight of Law, come off with Ignoramus.
