It was the Bondi golfing man
    Drove off from the golf house tee,
And he had taken his little daughter
    To bear him company.

"Oh, Father, why do you swing the club
    And flourish it such a lot?"
"You watch it fly o’er the fences high!"
    And he tried with a brassy shot.

"Oh, Father, Why did you hit the fence
    Just there where the brambles twine?"
And the father he answered never a word,
    But he got on the green in nine.

"Oh, Father, hark from behind those trees,
    What dismal yells arrive!"
"‘Tis a man I ween on the second green,
    And I’ve landed him with my drive."

"Oh, Father, why does the poor Chinee
    Fall down on his knees and cry?"
"He taketh me for his Excellency,
    And he thinks once hit twice shy."

So on they fard to the waterhole,
    And he drove with a lot of dash,
But the balls full soon in the dread lagoon
    Fell down with a woeful splash.

"Oh, Father, why do you beat the sand
    Till it flies like the carded wool?"
And the father he answered never a word,
    For his hears was much too full.

"Oh, Father, why are they shouting ‘fore’
    And screaming so lustily?"
But the father he answered never a word,
    A pallid corpse was he.

For a well-swung drive on the back of the head
    Had landed and laid him low.
Lord save us all from a fate like this
    When next to the links we go.