The City Of Golf Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CACA ADAD EFGF HIHI AJAJ KLKL CKCK MNMN AOAO| Would you like to see a city given over | A |
| Soul and body to a tyrannising game | B |
| If you would there's little need to be a rover | A |
| For St Andrews is the abject city's name | B |
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| It is surely quite superfluous to mention | C |
| To a person who has been here half an hour | A |
| That Golf is what engrosses the attention | C |
| Of the people with an all absorbing power | A |
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| Rich and poor alike are smitten with the fever | A |
| Their business and religion is to play | D |
| And a man is scarcely deemed a true believer | A |
| Unless he goes at least a round a day | D |
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| The city boasts an old and learned college | E |
| Where you'd think the leading industry was Greek | F |
| Even there the favoured instruments of knowledge | G |
| Are a driver and a putter and a cleek | F |
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| All the natives and the residents are patrons | H |
| Of this royal ancient irritating sport | I |
| All the old men all the young men maids and matrons | H |
| The universal populace in short | I |
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| In the morning when the feeble light grows stronger | A |
| You may see the players going out in shoals | J |
| And when night forbids their playing any longer | A |
| They tell you how they did the different holes | J |
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| Golf golf golf is all the story | K |
| In despair my overburdened spirit sinks | L |
| Till I wish that every golfer was in glory | K |
| And I pray the sea may overflow the links | L |
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| One slender struggling ray of consolation | C |
| Sustains me very feeble though it be | K |
| There are two who still escape infatuation | C |
| My friend M'Foozle's one the other's me | K |
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| As I write the words M'Foozle enters blushing | M |
| With a brassy and an iron in his hand | N |
| This blow so unexpected and so crushing | M |
| Is more than I am able to withstand | N |
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| So now it but remains for me to die sir | A |
| Stay There is another course I may pursue | O |
| And perhaps upon the whole it would be wiser | A |
| I will yield to fate and be a golfer too | O |
Robert Fuller Murray
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