human
They bored a hole below her line To let the water out, But more and more with awful roar The water in did spout.
gpt
Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship-- And he was a lubber brave-- 'I've several wives in various ports, And my life I'd like to save.'
human
Then up spoke the captain of marines, Who dearly loved his prog: 'It's awful to die, and it's worse to be dry, And I move we pipes to grog.'
gpt
Oh, then 'twas the gallant second-mate As stopped them sailors' jaw, 'Twas the second-mate whose hand had weight In laying down the law.
human
He took the anchor on his back, And leapt into the main; Through foam and spray he clove his way, And sunk, and rose again.
gpt
Through foam and spray a league away The anchor stout he bore, Till, safe at last, I made it fast, And warped the ship ashore.