The High Court of Justice at Westminster, arraigned at the Bar in the Old Bayley at the Sessions-House; WHERE, Those that adjudged and murthered the Royal Person, and Sacred Majesty of King CHARLS the First, are for that horrid Fact brought to their Legal Tryal, according to the known Laws of the Land.
To the Tune of, Packingtons Pound.
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THe manifold Changes that have hap'ned of late,
To the rich and the poor, to the Church and the State,
To Princes, Plebeans, to Pesants and Péers,
Within the circumference of twenty years,
May teach us to sée
In every degrée,
There's nothing is certain, but uncertainty,
For who would have thought in the time of the War,
The High Court of Justice should come to the Bar?
No power but the High Court of Heaven could tell
What fate should befall to that High Court of Hell,
Hugh Pe
[...]ers, Jack Hewson, Cook, Carew and
Scot,
Tom Harrison, Hacker, and
Jones had forgot,
(As now it appears
In these latter years)
Gods High Court of Iustice hath overcome theirs,
In spight of Rebellion, Plots, Plunder and War,
Their High Court of Justice is brought to the Bar,
What Villains but they could have sentenc'd a King
In whom all the graces of Princes did spring.
Their hearts were more hard than
Barbarians are
To bring such a Prince from the Throne to the Bar,
A Monarch that meant
All love and content,
Vnto the Church, and the State, and Parliament,
Which they did cut off by a Council of War,
But now their High Court is brought down to the Bar.
It was a great sin 'gainst their conscience, I'me sure,
That no Law or Gospel could ever indure,
Although with a colour of pureness they did it,
And under the Mask of Religion they hid it,
Jack Hewson and
Jones
St.
Hugh and his bones
To be the Kings Iudges did sit upon Thrones,
But now they are coupled like slaves as they are,
And their High Court of Justice is brought to the Bar.
They set up a new Law for to murther him,
But 'tis a good old Law that shall hang up them,
These brave men of war and bold Champions must now
In
Middlesex for't make a new randezvow,
Like Rogues they must rally,
And from
Newgate sally,
Vnto the sad Sessions-house in the old
Bayley,
And there to be try'd, as all murtherers are,
For their High Court of Justice &c.
Their many successes and victories got,
Vpon the poor
English, the
Irish and
Scot,
Perswaded them that they should live with their treasure
In freedome, in safety, in plenty and pleasure
That they could not fall
From places so tall,
Because they had gotten the Devil and all;
But now they do finde that in spight of the War,
Their High Court of Justice, &c.
Your Sectaries that did all fight for our goods.
Renounce all your Actions, and leave you i'th' suds,
Your fasting and praying on other mens Lands
Have brought your necks under the hang-mans commands,
The people do moan,
The Gallows doth groan,
Till you have ascended the thrée legged Throne,
Where you shall be mounted as Murtherers are,
Whose High Court of Justice, &c.
Hugh Peters lies terribly under the lash,
Hée now must forsake both the world and the flesh,
His Mistress and hée must bée parted, and then
The Butcher may have his own Brindle again,
The Gentleman you
Did call fool good
Hugh,
At this time may question you who's the fool now,
Such politick knaves the greatest fools are,
When High Court of Justice, &c.
When you flatter'd
Oliver up in his sin,
You did not suppose that the King would come in,
When you made Religion your Baud and your Punk
You scarce thought upon the Lord General
Monk,
When for Wedding-Rings,
You fought against Kings
You little did think to bée hagn'd in the strings,
From henceforth let all Polititians beware
Their High Court of Justice will come to the Bar.
They say
Hewson's taken, I wish it be true,
Hee was a bold knave, give the Devil his due,
The thrée corner'd Shop-stall hee now must ascend,
Where
Dun will prepare him a Coblers-end;
Hée rose up in haste,
But falls down as fast,
And now the blinde Cobler will lose Awl at last,
For such hasty risers, their punishment are,
When High Courts of Justice are brought to the Bar.
Bold
Harrison (as the wilde rumour doth run)
Will iustifie this bloody fact hee hath done;
But let him take héed lest for such a great slaughter
His soul méet an High Court of Iustice hereafter,
A Court that controuls,
I pity their souls,
And shall pray for them when St.
Pulchres bell towls
God's milde Courts of mercy for penitents are,
When High Court of Justice, &c.
I wish they had never deserved this Tryal
But bathing their guilty hands in the blood Royal,
I griev'd when his Majesty lost his dear breath;
More than I shall joy at his Murtherers death;
God bless our good King
From Treason soul spring,
And give him those Ioyes that are everlasting;
Rejoyce and be glad all that innocent are,
For the High Court of Justice is brought to the Bar,
The Names of those bloody Persons, who sate, gave Judgement, & assisted in that horrid and detestable Murther of King Charles the first, (of blessed memory) whose Estates both real and personal are to be secured.
IOhn Bradshaw, Serjeant at Law, President of the pretended High Court of Justice, I. Lisle, W Say, O. Cromwel, H. Ireton, Esquires. Sir Hard. Waller, Valen. Walton, Tho. Harrison, Ed. Whaley, Tho. Pride, Isaac Ewers, Esquires. Lord Gray of Groby. Sir J. Danvers Kt. Sir Tho. Maleverer Baronet. Sir. J. Bourcher Kt. W. Heveningham Esq Isaac Pennington Alderman of London. W. Purefoy, H. Martin J. Barkstead, J. Blackiston, Gilb. Millington, Esquires. Sir W. Constable Baronet. Ed. Ludlow, J. Hutchinson, Esquires. Sir Mich. Livesey Baronet. R. Tichbourn, O. Roe, R. Lilburn, Ad. Scroop, Rich. Deane, J. Okey, J. Hewson, W. Goffe, Corn. Holland, J. Cary, J. Jones, Miles Corber, Fr. Allinn, Pereg. Pelham, J. Moore, J. Aldreds H. Smith, Hum. Edwards, Greg. Clement, Tho. Woogan Esquires. Sir. Greg. Norton, Knight. Ed. Harvy, J. Ven, Tho. Scot, Esquires. Tho. Andrews Alderman of London. W. Cawly, Anth. Staply, J. Downes, Tho. Horton, Tho. Hammond, Nic. Love, Vincent Potter, Aug. Garland, J. Dixwel, G. Fleetwood. Sim. Meyne, Ja. Temple, P. Temple, Dan. Blagrave, and Tho. Waite Esquires.
The Names of those exempted from Pardon.
John Lisle, William Say, Jo. Barkstead, Cornelius Holland.
FINIS.
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