How dull these links to me!
Rhona's not there,
She whom I long to see,
Rhona Adair!
Who has a swing so true?
Who such a follow through?
Who, who can putt like you,
Rhona Adair?
Who drives her ball so far,
Far through the air
Swift as a shooting star?
Rhona Adair.
Who hits her ball so clean,
Landing, whate'er's between
Dead on the putting green?
Rhona Adair!
Whose strokes, of all who strike
With hers compare?
Who has a waggle like
Rhona Adair?
Of all the girls I've seen
Playing across the green
You, Rhona, are the Queen!
Rhona Adair!