human
Thou shalt have my land when I die, and till then, 85 Thou shalt be the staff of my age:
gpt
Then grant me my boon, dear uncle, said Robin,
human
That Little John may be my page.
gpt
Go fetch me my bow, my longest long bow, And broad arrows, one, two, or three; For when 'tis fair weather we'll into Sherwood, 95 Some merry pastime to see.