THE ROYAL WELSH BARD.
[The Prince of Wales was initiated as a Bard the other day at the Carnarvon Eisteddfod.]
The Minstrel-Prince to his Wales has gone,
In the ranks of the Bards you'll find him;
His bardic cloak he has girded on,
And his tame harp slung behind him.
"Land of Song!" said the Royal Bard,
"You remarkably rum-spelt land, you,
One Prince at least shall try very hard
To pronounce you, and understand you."
The Prince tried hard, but the songs he heard
Very soon brought his proud soul under,
With twenty consonants packed in a word,
And no vowels to keep them asunder!
So he said to the Druid, "A word with you,
Your jaw must be hard as nails, Sir;
Your songs may do for the bold Cymru,
They've done for the Prince of Wales, Sir!"