human
from Cambridge came, and gathered on the hill; Beneath us lay the sleeping town, around us frowned the fleet, But the pulse of freemen, not of slaves, within our bosoms beat; And every heart rose high with hope, as fearlessly we said,
gpt
We will be numbered with the free, or numbered with the dead!
human
Bring out the line to mark the trench, and stretch it on the sward! The trench is marked, the tools are brought, we utter not a word, But stack our guns, then fall to work with mattock and with spade, A thousand men with sinewy arms, and not a sound is made; So still were we, the stars beneath, that scarce a whisper fell; We heard the red-coat's musket click, and heard him cry,
gpt
All's well!
human
Lively's hall looms through the fog, and they our works have spied, For the ruddy flash and round-shot part in thunder from her side; And the
gpt
Falcon and the
human
Cerberus