Jerusalem

Jerusalem

[Tune: Jerusalem – H Parry]

And did those golfers every morn
Walk on the verdant fairways green,
And were their agricultural swings
On our most noble golf course seen;
And did their confidence sublime
Shine forth within this cheerful band,
And was good fellowship builded here
Upon this stretch of rolling land.

Bring drivers bright as burnished gold,
Bring gleaming irons of desire;
Bring me my wedge, to pitch so bold,
My balanced putter hot on fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my clubs sleep in my hand,
‘Til I achieve a net par round
On this demanding golfing land.

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