From a generally shitty poem (obviously and admittedly based on "The Mighty Casy") over at ESPN comes this last verse on the occasion of Yang beating Tiger..
Oh, somewhere in South Korea the sun is shining bright,
A band is playing somewhere, and there the hearts are light,
And in Seoul the men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there was no joy for Tiger as he meekly putted out.