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“COME here,” said I, “oh caddy boy, and tell me how it haps
You cling so fast unto these links; not like the other chaps,
Who like to dally on the streets and play the game of craps?

“Is it that you enjoy the work of carrying a bag
While others speed the festive ball o’er valley, hill, and crag?
And do your spirits never seem to falter or to flag?

“I’ve watched you many a day, my lad, and puzzled o’er the fact
That you are so attentive to the game; your every act
Doth indicate perfection-there’s been nothing you have lacked.

“And I would know just why it is that you so perfect seem-
In all my golfing days you’ve been the very brightest gleam-
Or am I lying home in bed and are you just a dream?”

“Oh, sir,” said he, “I caddy here because I love my pa;
I cling unto these gladsome links because I love my ma;
In short, I love my parents, sir, and these my reasons are:

“’Twas but a year ago, good sir, when first this ancient sport
Came in the portals of our home-home of the sweetest sort;
When golf came through the window, sir, why home went through the port.

“My father first he took it up, and many a weary night
My mother with us children waited up by candle-light,
In hopes that he’d return and free us from our lonely plight.

“Then mother she went after him-alas! that it should be-
And shortly learned the game herself-she plays it famously-
Which left us children orphans, I and all my brothers three.

“They play it here, they play it there, they play it everywhere;
No matter what the weather, be it wet or be it fair,
And for the cares of golf they’ve dropped their every other care.

“And so it is that we poor lads are forced to leave our home,
And join the ranks of caddy boys who o’er the fields do roam
In search of little golf-balls in the sunlight and the gloam;

“For some day we are hoping that our eyes again will see
Our most beloved parents on some putting-green or tee;
A sight to gladden all our hearts if it should ever be.”

And lo-I looked upon that boy-his face was sweet and sad,
And to my heart there came a twinge, for in that little lad
I recognized my eldest son-I was that wicked dad!

And now together we are out on links at home and far.
He and his three small brothers with their shamed, repentant pa,
A-looking here and looking there to find their dear mamma.