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Edgar Guest - Golf PrideEdgar Guest - Golf Pride
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As a golfer I`m not one who cops the money, I shall always be a member of the dubs; There are times my style is positively funny, I am awkward in my handling of the clubs; I am not a skillful golfer, nor a plucky, But this about myself I proudly say When I win a hole by freaky stroke or lucky, I never claim I played the shot that way. There are times, despite my blundering behavior, When fortune seems to follow at my heels; Now and then I toil supremely in her favor, She lets me pull the rankest sort of steals; She`ll give to me the friendliest assistance, I`ll jump a ditch at times when I should not, I`ll top the ball and get a lot of distance But I don`t claim that`s how I played the shot. I`ve hooked a ball when just that hook I needed, And wondered how I ever turned the trick; I`ve thanked my luck for what a friendly tree did, Although my fortune made my rival sick; Sometimes my shots are just as I had planned `em, The sort of shots which usually I play, But when up to the cup I chance to land `em, I never claim I played `em just that way. There`s little in my game that will commend me, I`m not a shark who shoots the course in par; I need good fortune often to befriend me, I have my faults and know just what they are; I play golf in a desperate do -or- die way, And into traps and trouble oft I stray; But when by chance the breaks are coming my way, I do not claim I played the shots that way.
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