human
Germoe, little Germoe lies under a hill, When I'm in Germoe I count myself well; True love's in Germoe, in Breage I've got none, When I'm in Germoe I count myself at home.
gpt
and from the peninsular-shape of their county came the proverb,
human
God keep us from rocks and shelving sands, And save us from Breage and Germoe men's hands.
gpt
Black Prince,