Links Of Love, The

My heart is like a driver-club,         That heaves the pellet hard and straight,     That carries every let and rub,         The whole performance really great;     My heart is like a bulger-head,         That whiffles on the wily tee,     Because my love has kindly said         She'll halve the round of life with me.     My heart is also like a cleek,         Resembling most the mashie sort,     That spanks the object, so to speak,         Across the sandy bar to port;     And hers is like a putting-green,         The haven where I boast to be,     For she assures me she is keen         To halve the round of life with me.     Raise me a bunker, if you can,         That beetles o'er a deadly ditch,     Where any but the bogey-man         Is practically bound to pitch;     Plant me beneath a hedge of thorn,         Or up a figurative tree,     What matter, when my love has sworn         To halve the round of life with me?