human
I've knit and spun for her Three years to the day; To-morrow she shall ride with me Over land and over sea. Far away! far away! For she can never know That my name is 'Tarraway.'
gpt
By night and by day We will dance and play With our noble captain, Tarraway! Tarraway!
human
Duffy my lady, you'll never know--what? That my name is Ferry-top, Ferry-top--top.
gpt
became such a terror to the respectable inhabitants of Penzance that the Corporation put them down about ten years since, and every Christmas-eve a notice is posted in conspicuous places forbidding their appearance in the streets, but they still perambulate the streets of St. Ives. Guise-dancing wit must have very much deteriorated since the beginning of the present century, as writers before that time speak of the mirth it afforded; and the saying,