Sorry about the delay on this, I said I'd post this some time ago, but have only just run into the writer again tonight -it's a very clever parody on "Down Where the Drunkards Roll" by Richard Thompson:-

Down at the 19th Hole

by Garry Stacey Sept 2008

See the boys out golfing, the boys they look so fine,
In tweeds and Rupert trousers, Pringle sweatered swine,
Sartorially challenged, whilst drinking ale and wine

Down at the 19th hole, down at the 19th hole

See the golfer standing, staring at the ground
Looking for an eagle, three putts were all he found
He's just broke his putter, so he's going to hang around

Down at the 19th hole, down at the 19th hole

There goes a troubled golfer, he dreams a troubled dream,
He's driven off the fairway; his ball cannot be seen.
Soon he will be drinking, just to let off steam

Down at the 19th hole, down at the 19th hole

You may be a golfer, who's always in the sand
You may be a loser, who's always being panned
You may pray to Jesus, maybe he'll understand

Down at the 19th hole, down at the 19th hole