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 23 TO ALL YOU LADIES. To all you ladies now at land, Women at sea indite, But first would have you understand How hard it is to write. The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you, With a fal, lal, lal, la, la, la, la, With a fa ....... With a fa, &c. In justice you cannot refuse To think our distress, When we, for hopes of honour, lose Our certain happiness ; All these designs are but to prove Ourselves more worthy of your love, More worthy of your love. With a fal, &c. And now, wo've told you all our loves, And likewise all our fears ; en hopes this declaration moves Some pity for our tears ; Lot's hear of no inconstancy, Wo lave enough of that at sea, Of that at sea. With a fal, &c,