The Grand Old Minstrel Boy.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume X, Issue 1174, 13 October 1882, Page 2

The Grand Old Minstrel Boy.

(From “ Punch.”) The National Eisteddfod of Wales.—Towards defraying the expenses of this literary meeting, the Prince of Wales has sent a sum of twenty guineas ; but the forthcoming proceedings will not be honored with the presence of his Royal Highness. Mr Gladstone has consented to act as President on the closing day. The Grand Old Boy to the wars will £O, In the Jingoes’ ranks you’ll And him ; With Dizzy’s sword he will strike a blow, And his own harp sling behind him. “ Land of the Sphinx," this Warrior Bard, Sings out, “ Though tricks they play thee, One Grand Old Boy thy rights shall guard ; By Jove, he won't betray thee I” So the Grand Old Boj’ takes train from town— With his harp the seat tucked under; And the Prince pays twenty guineas down To he out of it—and no wonder But the closing day a sung shall hear (May be noisier, may he quieter), With an encore verse, that the heart will cheer Of a Music Hall Proprietor I A RAMSGATE RHYME. Down on the Sands 1 How good humor expands! There's a hurry and bustle to equal the Strand’s And a “ Lilliput Levee” there worthy of Rands. We smoke a cigar of the choicest of brands: Our nose takes the sun. and, tho' brown are our hands, 'Tis red as an engine by Mason and Shand’s 1 The varied amusement attention demands; Wo laugh at the niggers, and list to the bands And singers who hail, p’raps, from far distant lands. There’s lounging and flirting—one soon understands Why time passes pleasantly—Down on the Sands!