Oh, here's to the merry golfing maid,
The maid we all adore
With her buoyant tread and her coat of red,
And her cheerful cry of "fore!"
To the maid with the sun-kissed, ruddy face,
And a freckle here and there,
The jolly girl with the truant curl,
And a heart as light as air.
To the maiden who follows a snowy ball
Far over hills and dales;
Oh she is the queen of the putting green,
Where her masculine rival quails.
So drink to the girl on the ballroom floor,
Or the yachting girl at sea;
But I'll drink a toast to the girl I love most --
The golfing girl for me!
HHM, Lyrics of the Links (1921)
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