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