human
Laugh and play, O lisping waters, Lull our downy sons and daughters; Come, O wind, and rock their leafy cradle in thy wanderings coy; When they wake we'll end the measure With a wild sweet cry of pleasure, And a 'Hey down derry, let's be merry! little girl and boy!'
gpt
The sea is cold, and dark its rim, Winter sits cowering on the wold, And I beside this watery brim, Am also lonely, also cold.