human
Praise to Jumala be given, Sounds the pipe, the herd is coming, 170 Whence obtained the slave the cow-horn, That he made a horn to blow on? Wherefore does he thus come playing, Blowing tunes upon the cow-horn, Blowing till he bursts the eardrums, And he gives me quite a headache?
gpt
In the swamp the horn was lying, From the sand I brought the cow-horn, 180 To the lane I brought your cattle, In the shed the cows are standing; Come you forth to smoke the cattle, And come out to milk the cattle.
human
Mother, go and milk the cattle, Do thou go to tend the cattle, For I think I cannot finish Kneading dough as I would have it.
gpt
Ever do the thrifty housewives, Ever do the careful housewives Go the first to milk the cattle, Set themselves to milk the cattle.
human
Beauteous is the herd to gaze on, Very sleek the horned cattle, They have all been rubbed with lynx-skin And the wool of sheep of forest, Well-filled, too, are all their udders, And expanded with their fulness.