human
Good-morrow, my sweet! How much, can you say, Will its value prove?
gpt
A hundred francs Will its value prove.
human
When you sell your wheat, Do you sell your love?
gpt
My heart, Monsieur, Will never rove, I have promised it To my own true love.
human
For me he braves The wind and the rain; For me he weaves A silver chain.