human
Arise, arise, thou proud fellow, And thou shalt have fair play, If thou wilt yield, before thou go, 55 That I have won the day.
gpt
A boon, a boon, cry'd bold Robin,
human
If that a man thou be, Then let me take my beugle horn, And blow out blasts three.
gpt
To that will I agree; For if thou shouldst blow till to-morrow morn, I scorn one foot to flee.