Norman Rowland Gale - Golf Steals Our Youth

Norman Rowland Gale - Golf Steals Our Youth

Have you seen the golfers airy br Prancing forth to their vagary, br Just as frisky in their gaiters br As a flock of Grecian Satyrs, br Looking everything heroic, br And magnificently stoic, br In a dress of such a pattern br As would fright the good God Saturn? br br Have you heard them curse the sparrow br Fit to freeze your inmost marrow, br When the ball, that should be flitting, br On the grass remaineth sitting? br Have you watched their cheerful scrambles br In the soft and soothing brambles br While the foe, elate and sneering, br Passes gradually from hearing? br br After blaming all the witches, br After rending holes in breeches, br After getting in a muddle br With each rivulet and puddle, br They return, a ll labour ended, br To record their prowess splendid, br And renew by dictionary br Their fatigued vocabulary. br br Let these gentlemen ecstatic, br In their costumes so emphatic, br Crawl to find a rounded treasure br In the horse-pond at their pleasure.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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