human
Tommy
gpt
We serve no red-coats here. The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die, I outs into the street again, an' to myself sez I: O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an'
human
Tommy go away ; But it's
gpt
Thank you, Mister Atkins, when the band begins to play, The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play, O it's
human
Thank you, Mister Atkins,
gpt
Tommy wait outside ; But it's
human
Special train for Atkins,
gpt
Tommy, 'ow's yer soul? But it's
human
Thin red line of 'eroes
gpt
Tommy fall be'ind ; But it's
human
Please to walk in front, sir,
gpt
Chuck him out, the brute! But it's
human
Saviour of 'is country