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,