human
Snowdrop tarried long, Up at the vane looked he;
gpt
Belike, he said, for the wind had dropped,
human
She lieth becalmed at sea.
gpt
Good mercer, be the ships come up? But still he answered
human
Nay.
gpt
Down in the deep, with freight and crew, Past any help she lies, And never a bale has come to shore Of all thy merchandise.
human
To him no more it shall be joy To pace the cheerful town, And see the lovely ladies gay Step on in velvet gown.
gpt
Snowdrop sank at Lammas tide, All under the yeasty spray; On Christmas Eve the brig
human
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