Ballade of the Royal Game of Golf - by
(East Fifeshire)
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/ There are laddies will drive ye a ba’
/ To the burn frae the farthermost tee,
/ But ye mauna think driving is…
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A Lay of the Links - by
It’s up and away from our work to-day,
/ For the breeze sweeps over the down;
/ And it’s hey…
A Long Shot - by
As your lover on waking recounts her dreams,
/ unruly, striking, unfathomable as herself,
/ your attention wanders
/ to her moving lips, throat, those slim…