human
Isn't that fine! whispered the Second-in-Command, who was sitting next to Dennis.
gpt
When this beastly war has finished that man would fill Queen's Hall to the roof. And to think he's just one of Kitchener's privates, and the first pip-squeak that comes his way may still that marvellous gift for ever!
human
Bravo! and a great clapping of hands had succeeded a momentary pause, voices cried clamorously:
gpt
Give us that thing you sang last night, Jock--that song with the whistling chorus!
human
Now you'll hear the reverse of the medal, and upon my soul, it's equally good! explained the Second-in-Command.
gpt
He's like poor old Barclay Gammon and Corney Grain and half a dozen of those musical-sketch men rolled into one. It's his own composition too.
human
Gentlemen, I call this song 'All Boche'--because it is,