Shawm

I broke into the storage buildings of a renaissance fair and stole a shawm. I was unable to play it and the bacteria on it made me vomit.

And all the field is thick with companies Of fair-clothed men that play on shawms and lutes And gather honey of the yellow fruits Between the branches waxen soft and wide

There are four flutes, a harp of twenty strings, a mournful shawm, and a number of drums of oxhide, some to be struck, others spanked.