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Show 3 ., . Golf 5 t - - - .-.Tj; h " ' 7 " . When the frost is on tho pumpkin, .' And the fodder's in the shock, ' Jy Comes the ever-talkine golfer, JK& j And his drives that run a hlock. 1w t i With his lovely mashie pitches, And his puts that find the cup, And his long shots from the bunker,,. When the bogey's thirteen up. Hear him as he tells his caddy That his scoring makes him sick. - . "Nine? Good Lord, I've played but seven, "D'jou think I'm putting with a brick?" On the lawn or in the clubhouse, In or on or off the course, Narrates he the shots he foozled, Talking, talking till he's hoarse. Talking when Jim Neill is putting, When McGurrin's driving well; Talk, he'll talk till Hades freezes, And there's skating down in . There are several more verses yet unwritten. |