John Henry Taylor


John Henry was a Devon man
A fine and worthy breed
A Champion of Champions he was
It must be agreed.

Upon the Links at Westward Ho!
He learnt to play the game
Then as a fair haired youth set forth
To win renown and fame.

He played them all the leading one's
Both Amateur and Pro
And by the mastery of his shots
Drubbed all and laid them low

John Henry he had wrists of steel
With forearms strong as iron
His nerves subdued by icy chill
The courage of a Lion.

John Henry was a Devon man
Who fought for all the Pro's
Made sure that Public courses
For humbler folk arose.

John Henry he came home again
When his life's work was done
Remained a courteous modest man
Much loved by everyone.

Phyllis Plumtree