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When Golf was in its childhood still, / And not the sport that now it is; / When no-one knew of Bunker Hill, / Or spoke of Boston tee-parties; / One man there was who played the game, / And Ananias was his name.
But little else of him we know, / Save that his grasp of facts was slack, / And yet, as circumstances show, / He was a golfomaniac, / And thus biographers relate / The story of his tragic fate: --
He occupied his final scene, / (In golfing parlance so 'tis said), / In "practising upon the _green_," / And, after a "bad lie," "lay dead; " / Then came Sapphira, -- she, poor soul, / After a worse "lie," "halved the hole. "