The Nineteenth Hole

[Tune: Ye Mar’ners All – Traditional]

Ye golfers all, as you pass by,
Call in and drink if you are dry.
Come spend, my lads, your money brisk,
And pop your nose in a jug of this.

O golfing pals, if you’ve a pound,
You’re welcome all to take your round.
Come spend, my lads, your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this.

O Seniors all, as you pass by,
Come in and drink and do not sigh.
Call in and drink, think not amiss
To pop your nose in a jug of this.

And now I’m old and can scarcely crawl,
My hair’s gone grey and my head’s half bald,
Crown my desire, fulfil my bliss
With a hole-in-one and a jug of this.

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