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The Song Book |
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TO ALL YOU LADIES |
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For though the Muses should prove kind,
And fill our empty brain, Yet, if rough Neptune rouse the wind
To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we Roll up and down our ships at sea. With a fa, &c. |
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