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A New Ballad of the Protestant Joyner. Or of Colledges Lamentation, since his Condemnation.
Tune of Tony, Or, How unhappy in love is Philander.
[illustration] Man being hanged
[illustration] Castle Front
[1]
THe Protestant Joyner is carried
To Oxford to take his degree,
And there it is said will be married
All under the Willow-green Tree.
For since his Accomplishes faulter,
Jack Ketch has provided a Halter
For those that did blame us;
And went for to sham us:
Will find that the Bill was not Ignoramus.
[2]
He's swell'd up with Treacherous Sedition,
And now of Rebellion is sick,
He wants the Fore-man his Physitian
To find out some Pollitick 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 Presbiter Faction
Look sad at this Colledges 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 Presbiter, 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 scorn'd 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'r been a Fool,
But made use of the Talent was lent him;
Not work'd with so dangerous a tool:
So wretched a Sott ne'r 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 Colledg,
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 Councill,
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•• shame,
Who speak ill of his name,
for he's our King that the world does proclaim