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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LXXXI, Issue 19049, 28 June 1924, Page 11

The auld folk are crouse, and they craw That their putting is pawky and sice; In a bunker they’re nae gudc ava’, But to girn, ami to gar the sand And a lassie can putt —ony she— Be she Maggy, or Bessie, or .Tenn, But a deck-shot’s the billy for me, Tak’ aye tent to be up on the green! I hac play’d in the frost and the thaw, I hae play’d since the year thirty-three, I hac play’d in the rain and the snaw, And I trust I. may play till I dee; And I tell you the truth and nae lee, For I speak o’ the thing I hae seen— Tom Morris, I ken, will agree— Tak’ aye tent to be up on the green! ENVOY. Prince, Faith’you’re improving a wee, And, Lord, man, they tell me you’re keen; Tak’ the best o’ advice that can be, Tak’ aye tent to be up on the green!