human
Awl labor on, an' do mi best; Tho' lonely aw must feel, But awst be happy an content If tha be dooin weel. But ne'er forget tho' waves may roll, An' keep us far apart; Thas left a poor, poor lass behind, An taen away her heart.
gpt
Dost think 'at aw can e'er forget, Wheariver aw may rooam, That bonny face an' lovin heart, Awve prized soa dear at hoam? Nay lass, nooan soa, be sure o' this, 'At till next time we meet Tha'll be mi first thowt ivery morn, An' last thowt ivery neet.