God Rest Ye Merry Golfing Men

God Rest Ye Merry Golfing Men

[Tune: God rest ye merry gentlemen – Traditional]

God rest ye merry golfing men, let nothing you dismay,
Remember Tiger Woods himself doth sometimes hit astray;
And Bobby Jones and Jack Nicklaus had bogies in their day.
So it’s tidings of co-omfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
So it’s ti-idings of co-omfort and joy.

When you come down to our golf club, your troubles leave behind,
For there you’ll find good golfing folk in tempest, storm and wind,
A-scrabbling in the undergrowth their pick-up balls to find.
So it’s tidings of co-omfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
So it’s ti-idings of co-omfort and joy.

And after ninety strokes or so, the eighteenth hole’s in sight.
Upon the tee you set yourself to swing with all your might;
One day you’ll catch it as you dream, and send it out of sight …
So it’s tidings of co-omfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
So it’s ti-idings of co-omfort and joy.


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