A Song of The Game – Golf Poetry

There's a song that is sung, though I don't know the words, 
It sets my poor brain in a whirl ; 
It tells of how rarely the lover finds fairly 
The time, and the place, and the girl. 
And golf is like love — though you may not agree 
That it holds true in every case — but 
You seldom, if ever, get all three together, 
The drive, the approach and the putt. 

There's my partner now — (with the wind at his back) — 
Gets a drive that brings joy to his soul; 
And when he approaches there's no need of coaches, 
He just lays them dead to the hole. 
But when once on the green, my opponent's been seen 
Taking many a game from the rut; 
But they seldom, if ever, get all three together, 
The drive, the approach and the putt. 

As for you and myself, we've a style of our own 
As we step to the ball on the tee ; 
And in practice our swing is a beautiful thing, 
Worth crossing the ocean to see. 
Each has in his bag, as he starts for the flag, 
A club of some special device, 
But even with this, there is often a miss. 
Or a top, or a pull, or a slice. 

Suppose, if you like, that our friendship's the game — 
That the drive is the grasp of your hand; 
The approach the straight look from your eyes when you took 
Our measure, as men understand. 
The putt — well, that's home and what reckon take we 
If the home be a mansion or hut ; 
For our friendship's forever and holds all together, 
The drive, the approach and the putt. 

D. W. C., in Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921