A Golf Song – Golf Poetry

A Golf Song – Golf Poetry

A GOLF SONG 

WHEN the world in Spring is smiling. 
And the heart of man is young. 
Is there aught that's more beguiling,
All terrestrial joys among, 
Than to roam o'er grass and heather,
Or along a sandy shore. 
Be it fair or frowning weather. 
With a golf ball on before. 
Then hey! for the drive from the tee; 
For the links by the sounding sea ; 
And the wide sand dune, 
It is never too soon. 
And golf is the game for me! 

Summer claims our glad ovation. 
And the heart of man is strong; 
What is better in creation 
Than the golf links all day long? 
Throw aside your cares and worries
At the radiant sun's behest; 
Every wise man surely hurries 
To the green he loves the best. 
Then hey ! for the drive from the tee ;
For the links by the sounding sea;
It is never too hot, 
Be it June or not. 
And golf is the game for me! 

Though the Autumn days are shorter
And our strength is on the wane. 
By the briny salt sea-water 
Let us all play golf again. 
Though cold fogs and winds assail us,
We shall never feel the chill; 
Though the summer sunshine fail us, 
We will seek the green links still. 
Then hey ! for the drive from the tee ; 
For the links by the sounding sea; 
For it's never so gray 
As to spoil your play. 
And golf is the game for me! 

When the year is nearly ended,
In the Winter of our days, 
Let our strength be still expended 
On the game beyond all praise. 
Though the sun in glory waneth, 
And the leaves are sere and dun, 
Make the most of what remaineth. 
Play until the round is won. 
Then hey ! for the drive from the tee ; 
For the links by the sounding sea; 
For it's never too cold. 
And we're never too old. 
And golf is the game for me ! 

by Rose Campion de Crespigny, in The Lure of the Links, 1921