human
Is there no hope, no chance of life? A hundred lips implore;
gpt
But one, the captain made reply,
human
To run the ship on shore.
gpt
Head her southeast! the captain shouts, Above the smothered roar,
human
Head her southeast without delay! Make for the nearest shore!
gpt
Ay! ay!
human
John Maynard, can you still hold out? He heard the captain cry; A voice from out the stifling smoke Faintly responds,
gpt
Ay! ay!