From Afar Off

All sweatered, jacketed and warm,

    And red checked, to and fro,

Fair fit to battle with the storm,

    Or rain or hail or snow,

With roses blooming in your cheek,

With brassie, niblick, and with eleek,

    And caddie, too,

    A-trailing you,

The golf links now you seek.

 

And I, who loved you when the sea

    Clasped your form fierce and hold,

Feel the same rapture thrilling me,

    And over heath and wold

I follow where you take your way;

Though I am very free to say

    I do not know

    A single blow

Of golf, nor how to play.

 

But, oh, your caddie is so wee,

    And you do miss so much

The whatyoucallit and the tee;

    I note the angry clutch

You give the niblick, yes you do,

When you do miss, and if you knew

    My love, Nannette,

    I know you’d let

Me go along to swear for you.

 

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