human
We belong to good old 'Umpty-eight, For she's a corker, sure as fate, sure as fate. We have met the sophomores, And they're feeling awful sore; So hurrah for good old 'Umpty-eight! 'Umpty-eight!
gpt
Begobs! ye're th' quarest gang av softmores Oi iver saw! cried the driver.
human
An' it's not wan av yez Oi remimber takin' up to th' freshman's boording house.
gpt
We have changed,
human
And it's the first change I have seen for a week, declared Harry Rattleton.
gpt
I'm waiting to hear from the governor.
human
Howld on, said the driver.
gpt
Oi want to see the mon thot hired me.
human
What do you want?
gpt
Oi want me pay.