human
For I did not lose my spoonie, Nor drop it carelessly; But a wind came up to my poor little mouth, And blew it away from me.
gpt
So say: was it made of the hazel, Or was it made of the horn, Or was it made of the silver white, If a good-luck babe you were born?
human
Oh! it was nor horn nor hazel, But all of the silver bright; For a good-luck babe I was born indeed, To be my Mammy's delight.
gpt
Then take your spoon, little Baby, With the fairies' blessing free, For the south wind blew it around the world, And blew it again to me.