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The Beeches A Bring Oon Te Kittle Kink |
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This section is from the book "Golf at Gleneagles", by R. J. Maclennan. Also available from Amazon: Golf at Gleneagles.
Syne you must cross the blasted heath
Where fairies oft are seen, A vile uncanny kittle gait
To nam; on Hallowe'en.
So wrote Train in his "Mountain .Muse." Rut possibly the most appropriate reference is that in "Rob Roy ": - ' It's a kittle cast she has gine en me to play; but yet it's fair play and I w inn.i baulk her."
 
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