human
O Thou, who blessed the loaves and fishes, Look down upon these two poor dishes; And though the 'taties be but sma', Lord, make them large enough for a'; For if they do our bellies fill, 'Twill be a wondrous miracle!
gpt
Weel, weel, Sandy, ye're richt sae far; you and me, that are strong, healthy folk, _may_ rise again; but that _puir_ thing there, _far_ she sits (that poor thing, where she sits)
human
John, said he,
gpt
human
Ou, sir, answered John, scratching his head,
gpt
Stop, sir; there is really no end to your wit.
human
God forbid, madam, replied the humorist,
gpt
Ou, ay, sir, rejoined the applicant,
human
I thought it best to tell you the plain truth; ye can put the _lees_ till't yoursel'.