human
Star of Peace to wanderers weary, Bright the beams that smile on me; Cheer the pilot's vision dreary, Far, far at sea.
gpt
Go on, deary, go on; don't you know the next bit?
human
I'll try,
gpt
Star of Hope, gleam on the billow, Bless the soul that sighs for Thee; Bless the sailor's lonely pillow, Far, far at sea.
human
Who told you that, deary?
gpt
My mother used to sing it every night. She used to say it was meant for daddy. And she told me I must always sing it, too, only somehow I've forgot everything since I came here.
human
Never mind the rest, deary; try and think about that. It's just the song for a sailor and a sailor's lass.
gpt
That's just what my mother used to say--that I was a sailor's lass!
human
And she taught you just the right kind of a song. Now try a bit more, deary,
gpt
Star of Faith, when winds are mocking All his toil, he flies to Thee; Save him, on the billows rocking, Far, far at sea.
human
I don't think I know any more,
gpt
Well, you've done first-rate, deary; and mind, you must sing that song to me every night,
human
Come, sing to us again about that sailor's star. Bob, you try and pick it up as she sings,
gpt
Star Divine, oh! safely guide him, Bring the wanderer back to Thee; Sore temptations long have tried him, Far, far at sea.
human
Bravo, little 'un,
gpt
I say, Bob, suddenly exclaimed Coomber,
human
I ain't seen the bottle,
gpt
I--I took it up, and told 'em to fill it, exclaimed Coomber; and as he spoke he drew in his oars, and felt under the seat, and all round the boat.
human
I must ha' forgot it, thinking about the little 'un and her picture,
gpt
It's too late to go back, said Bob;
human
Ye-es, it's too late to go back with the child,
gpt
Sing again, whispered Bob to Tiny; and the next minute the little voice rang out once more its
human
Star of Peace.