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Show I THE GOLFER'S PARADISE. H I ask but little when I'm dead HI As recompense tor earthly woes, Hi No "golden crown upon my head, H No harp to weary hands and toes; W No halo would I wear, indeed, Hf No purple robe beyond my means Hr I only ask-a well rolled mead. Hi With eighteen holes, and putting greens. lit - 4 & iJk Hi Bfi, -A- caddy with a lynx-like eye, IflH And wings upon his shoulder tips, HI Shall watch me whack the balls, then fly IHI To follow on their airy trips; Hi And when I come on gentle wing H He'll hand me then, the watchtul soul, Hi A putter lit for prince or king H That's guaranteed to make the goal. BB The tees shall be the soit from which He One drives two hundred yards at least, ' He While over hurdle bunker, ditch Hf The balls shall rise as though of yeast; HI The liblick, mashle and the cleek Hf Shall never miss or make a slip, Hi While only those who Scottish speak Hpf Shall have a card of membership. E' Here on this field of perfect strokes |