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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballade Of The Royal Game Of Golf</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are laddies will drive ye a ba'<br>To the burn frae the farthermost tee,<br>But ye mauna think driving is a',<br>Ye may heel her, and send her ajee,<br>Ye may land in the sand or the sea;<br>And ye're dune, sir, ye're no worth a preen,<br>Tak' the word that an auld man'll gie,<br>Tak' aye tent to be up on the green!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The auld folk are crouse, and they craw<br>That their putting is pawky and slee;<br>In a bunker they're nae gude ava',<br>But to girn, and to gar the sand flee.<br>And a lassie can putt--ony she, -<br>Be she Maggy, or Bessie, or Jean,<br>But a cleek-shot's the billy for me,<br>Tak' aye tent to be up on the green!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hae play'd in the frost and the thaw,<br>I hae play'd since the year thirty-three,<br>I hae play'd in the rain and the snaw,<br>And I trust I may play till I dee;<br>And I tell ye the truth and nae lee,<br>For I speak o' the thing I hae seen -<br>Tom Morris, I ken, will agree -<br>Tak' aye tent to be up on the green!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENVOY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prince, faith you're improving a wee,<br>And, Lord, man, they tell me you're keen;<br>Tak' the best o' advice that can be,<br>Tak' aye tent to be up on the green!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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To the burn frae the farthermost tee,
But ye mauna think driving is a',
Ye may heel her, and send her ajee,
Ye may land in the sand or the sea;
And ye're dune, sir, ye're no worth a preen,
Tak' the word that a..."></div>
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