human
The top o’ the mornin’! I says to her.
gpt
God save ye! she says to me:
human
An’ och! if it’s you, Tell me true, When are ye goin’ to marry?
gpt
I’m here, says I,
human
As sure as ye’re young an’ fair, says she,
gpt
says she,
human
I may be dead ere I’m ould, says I,
gpt
says I,