human
For your French robbers on the sea, 65 They will not spare of us one man, But carry us to the coast of France, And ligge us in the prison strong.
gpt
Doe not feare them, Neither, master, take you no care; 70 Give me my bent bow in my hand, And never a Frenchman will I spare.
human
Hold thy peace, thou long lubbèr, For thou art nought but brags and boast; If I should cast thee over-board, 75 There's but a simple lubber lost.