[Chorus:]
Since daybreak the sun very brightly has shone,
But certainly ev'ryone thinks
The weather could hardly help smiling upon
The opening day of the links.
The town is "en fête," and the vicar has been
Indulging in temperance drinks;
And ev'ry inhabitant's glad to have seen
The opening day of the links.
The links, the links, the wonderful links!
The bunker's are shocking but nobody shrinks;
And people arriving keep "putting" and "driving"
All over these wonderful, wonderful links.
We've thought of this day for some weeks,
And every word that one utters
Has been about "brasseys" and "cleeks,"
Or "niblicks" and "irons" and "putters."
On "mashies" we're awfully keen
And "spooning" a custom in vogue is,
While, if we're away from the green,
We dream about horrible "bogeys."
The links, the links, the wonderful links!
The bunker's are shocking but nobody shrinks;
And people arriving keep "putting" and "driving"
All over these wonderful, wonderful links.
The wonderful links, the wonderful links.
The wonderful, wonderful links!