There’s Nothing Like A Game of Golf – Golf Poetry

THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A GAME OF GOLF 

COME, golfing mate, ere 'tis too late, 
   Come out upon the tee, 

Prepared to play this glorious day 
   A game of golf with me. 

Well in advance now take your stance, 
   The honor's yours; begin. 

There's nothing like a game of golf, 
   Now let the best man win. 

The swing, the drive — the ball's alive! 
   On o'er the links we play. 

There's nothing like a game of golf 
   To drive dull care away. 

The iron shot dead on the spot. 
   The putt that's holed to stay ; 

There's nothing like a game of golf 
   In all the world today. 

Angus S. Hibbard, in Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921

The only reference I can find to Angus S. Hibbard is of a “pioneer in the telephone industry” who was General Superintendent of AT&T in 1886, and then General Manager of the Chicago Telephone Company from 1893 – 1911. It is likely that he is the author of this poem, for he also is credited with the hymn “Father in heaven, in thy love abounding” from Hymns of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints #133.