human
Lord Loudon he weareth a fine red coat, And red is his ladye's foot-mantelle; Red flyeth ye flagge from his pleasure-boat, And red is the wine he loves so well: But, oh! for the dead at Minden Town,-- Naked and bloody and black with soot, Where the Lenni-Lenape and the French came down To paint them all with the Little Red Foot!
gpt
For God's sake, quit thy piping, Nick, said I,