human
Are you forgetting your good-natured neighbour over there? her grandfather asked.
gpt
It will be quite a disappointment for her. Poor thing, it appears to be the only society she has; we never hear a sound otherwise; there seems to be no one ever come to talk to her during the day, or we should hear a voice now and again.
human
Yes, but, grandfather, said Maisrie, who seemed much embarrassed,
gpt
Why, what can be more harmless! he protested, cheerfully, and then he went on:
human
More harmless than music?—nothing, nothing! Song is the solace of human life; in joy it is the natural expression of our happiness—in times of trouble it refreshes the heart with thoughts of other and brighter days. A light heart—a heart that can sing to itself—that is the thing to carry you through life, Maisrie!
gpt
The boat rocks at the pier o’ Leith, Fu’ loud the wind blows frae the ferry; The ship rides by the Berwick Law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary.