human
We hear nae mair liltin’ at our yowe-milkin’, Women and bairns are dowie and wae; Sighin’ and moanin’, on ilka green loanin’— The Flowers o’ the Forest are a’ wede away.
gpt
Yes, yes, he said, as he rose and came away from the window,
human
London’s bonnie woods and braes, I maun leave them a’, lassie; Wha can thole when Britain’s faes Would gie Briton law, lassie? Wha would shun the field o’ danger? Wha to fame would live a stranger? Now when freedom bids avenge her, Wha would shun her ca’, lassie?