human
Ah, Piper Tim, ye're wise. 'Tis a damp night out for ye'r rheumatis. The fog risin' too, likely?
gpt
Moira! he said vehemently,
human
Moira O'Donnell that was, the stars are bright over the Round Stone, an' th' moon is risin' behind th' Hill o' Delights, and the first white puffs of incense are risin' from th' whirl-hole of th' river. I've come back for my pipes, and I'm goin' out to play to th' little people--an' oh, shall old Piper Tim go without Moira?
gpt
Sure, 'tis th' same Piper Tim ye are! she said cheerfully, laying down her work,
human
Oh, Tim, ye'd best stay in an' warm your knee by the good fire. I've a pile of mendin' to do, and you'll tell me all about your family in th' West and how you farmed there. It'll be real cozy-like.
gpt
The Song of Angus to the Stars.