,
Be bound to the Wedlock, and made to get more.

Enacted moreover for better dispatch,
That where a good Captain meets with an o'ermatch,
His honest Lieutenant with Soldier-like Grace,
Shall relieve him on Duty, and serve in his Place:
Thus killers and slayers of able good Men,
Without beat of Drum may recruit 'em agen.

_A_ BALLAD _by the late Lord_ DORSET, _when at Sea_.

[Music]

To you fair Ladies now at Land,
We Men at Sea indite;
But first wou'd have you understand,
How hard it is to write:
The Muses now, and _Neptune_ too,
We must implore to write to you;
_With a Fa la, la, la, la_,
The Muses now, _&c._

But tho' the Muses should be kind,
And fill our empty Brain;
Yet if rough _Neptune_ cause the Wind,
To rouse the _Azure_ Main:
Our Paper, Pens, and Ink and we,
Rowl up and down our Ships at Sea,
_With a Fa la_, &c.

Then if we write not by each Post,
Think not that we're unkind;
Nor yet conclude that we are lost,
By _Dutch_, by _French_, or Wind,
Our grief will find a speedier way,
The Tide shall bring them twice a day,
_With a Fa la_, &c.

The King with wonder and surprize,
Will think the Seas grown bold;
For that the Tide does higher rise,
Then e'er it did of old:
But let him know that 'tis our Tears,
Sends floods of Grief to _White-Hall_ Stairs,
_With a Fa la_, &c.

Shou'd Count _Thoulouse_ but come to know,
Our sad and dismal Story;
The _French_ wou'd scorn so weak a Foe,
Where they can get no Glory:
For what resistance can they find,
From Men as left their Hearts behind,
_With a Fa la_, &c.

To pass our tedious time away,
We throw the merry Main;
Or else at serious _Ombra_ play,
But why shou'd we in vain,
Each others ruin thus pursue,
We were undone when we left you,
_With a Fa la_, &c.

When any mournful Tune you hear,
That dyes in e'ery Note;
As if it sigh'd for each Man's care,
For being so remote:
Think then how often Love we've made,
To you while all those Tunes were play'd,
_With a Fa la._, &c.

Let Wind and Weather do its worst,
Be you to us but kind;
Let _French-men_ Vapour, _Dutch-men_ Curse,
No Sorrows we shall find:
'Tis then no matter how things go,
Nor who's our Friend, nor who our Foe,
_With a Fa la._, &c.

Thus having told you all our Loves,
And likewise a