human
I’m wearin’ awa’, Jean, Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean, I’m wearin’ awa’, To the land o’ the leal; There’s nae sorrow there, Jean, There’s neither cauld nor care, Jean, The day’s aye fair In the land o’ the leal.
gpt
There’s Scotch blood in your veins, Maisrie—Scotch blood,