The Young Golfer Cut Down in his Prime
(to the tune of “Streets of Laredo”)
As I strolled down the fairways
of Augusta
as I played in Augusta one day
I spied a young golfer wrapped up in white linen
wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.
I see by your outfit that you are a golfer
these words he did say as I tried to play through
Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
I died way too young, it could happen to you.
So beat the drum slowly and play the pipes lowly
sound the dead march as you carry me along.
Take me to the fairway and lay the sod o’er me
for I’m a good golfer who died oh so young.
It was in early summer I played in the Open
it was in early summer I putted with glee
A long 15-footer on the eighteenth at Pinehurst
the monkey came off my back setting me free.
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When all of
my colleagues were bought up by Nike
when my fellow golfers fell under that spell
I stuck with my plus fours and wool tam o’shanter
for golfing should never just be buy and sell.
We layed the dead golfer into his coffin
got six good caddies to carry him along.
PGA officials said prayers in his homage
slowly lowering him into the ground.
Hackers and duffers, and blue collar golfers,
shall mourn Payne’s death, he was one of their own.
If you never play Pinehurst, Pebble Beach or Augusta,
you’ll still think of Stewart when you send a drive home.
So beat the drum slowly and play the pipes lowly
sound the dead march as you carry him along.
Take him to the fairway and lay the sod o’er him
for he was a good golfer who died oh so young.
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