(For use in Clubs and other places where men—and minstrels—are confidential.)
The Minstrel's hot, and a trifle tired,
For his Whitsun task is a torrid one;
Such holiday-fervour must be admired,
But the precedent's rather a horrid one.
E'en Minstrel-boys of Ulsterical zeal,
Might now and then like a jolly-day;
And the brave bard's harp, and the warrior's steel,
Take, together, occasional holiday.