The Old Course

St Andrews

Chariots of fire

Tiger Woods the walking wounded

Old golfers here retire

Freedom of the Town for Jack

For some it spelt despair

Doug Saunders Adam Scott

The Claret Jug not there


I came here first in ā€˜73

With Chris I walked the sands

And then the hotel for a meal

Young priests we were blessed hands

Then I came in ā€˜91

With Margaret by my side

Walked the town and walked the beach

Beside a gentle tide


That tide rose slowly but rose high

We made a life together

We knew the rain and sunny day

We walked through every weather

And now the Open comes again

And men seek death or glory

St Andrews is our meeting place

Here we tell our story


Brian Fahy

16 July 2022

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