human
Here, childer, 'tis Piper Tim come back to visit us. Piper Tim that I've told ye so many tales about--an' the gran' tunes he can play on his pipes. He can play with ye better nor I--he niver has aught else to do! She smiled a wide, friendly smile on the old man as she said this, to show she meant no harm, and turned the slices of ham deftly so that they sent a puff of blue savory smoke up to her face.
gpt
Don't th' ham smell good, ye spalpeens, fresh from runnin' th' hills? Go an' wash ye'r faces an' hands and call ye'r father an' brothers. I've four,