“Fifteen, love,” “thirty, forty,” and “deuce.”
When worn with the troubles of life,
Or harrassed with business and care,
Cast your worries at once to the wind,
And straight to your Tennis repair.
In every “set” that you play,
There is pleasure and health to be got,
And I’m the best thing in the world,
To reconcile man to his lot.
A. W. Mackenzie.