Here's the last verse*

(Sonja W. Oates)

When my time is up, 'tis on the green I pray they'll find me dead,
And before St. Peter at the Gates my case will then be pled.
If my cursin' be forgiven me before the throne of God,
Eterally I'll wow the saints with putts pure and unflawed.
But if they rule my cheats unsportsmanlike and damn my very soul
For that and way too many pints there at the 19th Hole,
Then Hell for me I'm sure will be a torment sure and mean:
Forever swingin iron sticks and Swearin' on the Green."


*until someone writes more