Seven sentimental songs/To All You Ladies

TO ALL YOU LADIES.

To all you ladies now at land,
We men 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,
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 of 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 we've told you all our loves,
And likewise all our fears;
In hopes this declaration moves
Some pity for our tears;
Let's hear of no inconstancy,
We have enough of that at sea,
Of that at sea.
With a fal, &c,