human
This is one of the melancholy airs of my native land, he would say.
gpt
You may think it strange to see a soldier weep, and indeed it is to make a near friend of you, says he.
human
But the notes of this singing are in my blood, and the words come out of my heart. And when I mind upon my red mountains and the wild birds calling there, and the brave streams of water running down, I would scarce think shame to weep before my enemies. Then he would sing again, and translate to me pieces of the song, with a great deal of boggling and much expressed contempt against the English language.
gpt
It says here, he would say,