human
The lovely maiding Buncle Inherited the land; And, now her aged Uncle Has gone, the Hearl of Buncle Is Sam, the foremast hand.
gpt
Of course, said Sam modestly,
human
You're a noble feller, an' here's five shillin's for you, and any time you happen to be round our way, just give a ring at the servant's bell, and there'll always be a feed waitin' for you in the kitchen.
gpt
The exigencies of rhyme, said Bunyip Bluegum,
human
he added,