I felt like a sick lubber on Atlantic surges tossed—
Oh! never have a caddie with a squint!
I'm an "irritable duffer"—so my enemies declare,—
That is I'm very sensitive, and play a modest game.
A very little puts me off my stroke, and, standing there,
With his boot-heels at right angles, and his optics much the same,
He maddened me—no less, and I felt that all success
Against bumptious young McBungo—was impossible that day.
I'd have parted with a fiver to have beaten him. His dress
Was so very very swagger, and his scarlet cap so gay.