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March 7th 2012 
Members and friends gathered at the Scotch Malt Whisky Society "Vaults" right in the heart of Leith to celebrate the 268th anniversary of the signing of the original rules of golf.

Our guest speaker was Sir Charles Fraser, past captain of Muirfield golf club and a member of our Statue Committee.

After an excellent meal, Brian Graham, our Society Secretary, welcomed Sir Charles.

In reply, Sir Charles spoke warmly about Muirfield, describing how he had been accepted as a member a long time ago. However, he did not confine himself to past times, as he showed a talent not known to many of our  members by reciting a poem he had written just the day before after a particularly difficult round 




 


 


We are delighted to reproduce it here ...
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    Golf in a gale at Muirfield    
    (A parody of John Betjeman's "Seaside Golf" which began "How straight it flew, how long it flew")  

The original rules signed by John Rattray.

    How squint it flew, how short it flew
A horrible quick hook,
And well the Muirfield rough I knew.
It wasted time to look,
Farewell a brand new Titlist One
Golf in a gale just isn't fun.
   
         
    I sliced my next, well to the right,
But strangely found the ball,
And from the lie, a little tight,
I thinned it o'er the wall.
Goodbye a horrid Top Flight Eight
Golf in a gale I really hate
   
         
    At the fourth the wind was strong,
I hit a five dead on the pin.
But, gale-borne, it was much too long,
Yet still I thought I'd win.
But pitching back on the wrong line
A bunker meant I scored a nine.
   
         
    The Muirfield wind straight from the west
It really makes me frown.
Golf in a gale I just detest
But, "is the wind dying down?"
And I've a kummel-fuelled lunch
I'll play superbly - after lunch!