But now of none of these she thinks,
All such pursuits she reckons "slow,"
And spends the days upon the links,
Where nevermore I mean to go:
For I recall the heartless snubs,
Which those enchanting lips let fall,
When I demolished several clubs,
And lost my temper, and the ball.
To-day the fickle maid prefers
With young Macduff to pass her time,