human
Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound, To row us o'er the ferry.
gpt
His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
human
And by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the ferry.