FOUND ON THE LINKS AT CULLYBACKEY

FOUND ON THE LINKS AT CULLYBACKEY

I’ve seen the Rose of Sharon and the lily in the dell,
I’ve smiled upon the primrose and the daffodil as well;
But their manifold attractions I must ever more disdain,
For I’ve promised to be faithful to the Flower of the Maine.

On the links at Cullybackey I can play a glorious game,
Though it’s often been suggested that it’s only golf in name;
But I’m best in the pavilion when I sit and watch the rain,
When my eyes are not so focussed on the Flower of the Maine.

I must always be teetotal, tho’ I often want a drink,
I’ve ceased to smile at maidens, tho’ I still know how to wink;
I hate teetotal principles, but I daren’t yet complain,
Of the Lodge of the Free Gardeners called the Flower of the Maine.

This is neither rhyme nor reason, and I may not even scan,
To do justice to my subject would require a superman;
I’ve still much more to tell you, but all words would be in vain
To describe the glorious beauty of the Flower of the Maine.

I used to ride on horseback, then I got a motorcar,
In my searchings after beauty I have travelled near and far;
But my journeyings aren’t over, so I’ll buy an aeroplane,
And seek the seventh heaven with the Flower of the Maine.

Adam Lynn, Cullybackey, 26th February 1916

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