human
And how is this? he gruffly said, A moment pausing to regard her;--
gpt
Why weepest thou, my little chit?
human
We march two hundred thousand strong, And that's a sight, my baby beauty, To quicken silence into song And glorify the soldier's duty.
gpt
But think, oh, Mr. Soldier, think, How many little sisters' brothers Are going all away to fight, And may be killed, as well as others!
human
Why, bless thee, child, the sergeant said, His brawny hand her curls caressing,
gpt
Bless thee!