Mood Swing By Sports Ruby

Mood Swing By Sports Ruby What warms my heart after a cold night Is next morning at the beginning of daylight The cold and the moodiness I easily fight When I lay my eyes on such a beautiful sight The greens stand flat before me The belly becomes more and more hungry Hungry for adventure […]

Far And Sure! By Late Sheriff Logan

Far And Sure! By Late Sheriff Logan “FAR and sure! far and sure!” ’twas the cry of our fathers, ‘Twas a cry which their forefathers heard; ‘Tis the cry of their sons when the mustering gathers: When we’re gone may it still be the word. “Far and sure!” there is honour and hope in the […]

The First Or Bridge Hole By Anonymous

The First Or Bridge Hole By Anonymous SACRED to hope and promise is the spot— To Philp’s and to the Union Parlour near, To every Golfer, every caddie dear— Where we strike off—oh, ne’er to be forgot, Although in lands most distant we sojourn. But not without its perils is the place; Mark the opposing […]

Golf Season Is Here By Daniel Mark

Golf Season Is Here By Daniel Mark “May all your drives find fairways And may they travel far May irons find a place to land That helps you to break par May your wedge float high then softly drop May your chips caress the slope May your putts locate that perfect break To always give […]

The Golfer’s Garland By Edinburgh Burgess Golfing Society

The Golfer’s Garland By Edinburgh Burgess Golfing Society OF rural diversions, too long has the chase All the honours usurped, and assumed the chief place; But truth bids the muse from henceforward proclaim, That Golfing of field sports stands foremost in fame. With a fal-the-ral-a, etc. At Golf we contend without rancour or spleen, And […]

Ide To Golf By Allan Berman

Ide To Golf By Allan Berman In My Hand I Hold A Ball, White And Dimpled…Rather Small. Oh, How Bland It Does Appear, This Harmless Looking Little Sphere. By Its Size I Could Not Guess The Awesome Strength It Does Possess. But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell, I’ve Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell. […]

The Hell Hole By Edinburgh Burgess Golfing Society

The Hell Hole By Edinburgh Burgess Golfing Society WHAT daring genius first yclept thee Hell? What high, poetic, awe-struck grand old Golfer, Much more of a mythologist than scoffer! Whoe’er he was, the name befits thee well. “All hope abandon, ye who enter here,” Is written awful o’er thy gloomy jaws, A threat to all […]

Golf Steals Our Youth Of By Norman Rowland Gale

Golf Steals Our Youth Of By Norman Rowland Gale Have you seen the golfers airy Prancing forth to their vagary, Just as frisky in their gaiters As a flock of Grecian Satyrs, Looking everything heroic, And magnificently stoic, In a dress of such a pattern As would fright the good God Saturn? Have you heard […]

The Wreck Of The Golfer Of By Andrew Barton Paterson (‘Banjo’)

The Wreck Of The Golfer Of By Andrew Barton Paterson (‘Banjo’) It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter To bear him company. “Oh, Father, why do you swing the club And flourish it such a lot?” “You watch it fly o’er the […]

The City Of Golf Of By Robert Fuller Murray

The City Of Golf Of By Robert Fuller Murray Would you like to see a city given over, Soul and body, to a tyrannising game? If you would, there’s little need to be a rover, For St. Andrews is the abject city’s name. It is surely quite superfluous to mention, To a person who has […]