human
You were a rare runner after the petticoats, Harry, but I never thought you'd live to wear 'em.
gpt
You may come to it, Alfred Yellam, if what I hear tell of comes true.
human
And whatever might that be, Harry?
gpt
War, Alfred, war such as you fellers never dreamed of.
human
What a tale!
gpt
A bit o' drill'd make men o' some of 'ee.
human
It's One--Two--ten times a day, And now that you 'ave got it, Don't yer give it away--! ONE--TWO--ten times a day, When I was in the timid, orkard squad, boys.
gpt
I ain't one to deny that wars may come. And you were always a good fighter, Harry, but we are men o' peace.
human
Ay, said one of the group,
gpt
I never did fancy soldierin'.
human
William ain't yet forgiven a Hampshire redcoat who walked out and off, by Golly! with his girl.