A Highly Valuable Chain Of Thoughts

Had cigarettes no ashes,

And roses ne'er a thorn,

No man would be a

Of whin, or burn, or bunker.

There were no need for mashies,

The turf would ne'er be torn,

Had cigarettes no ashes,

And roses ne'er a thorn.

Had cigarettes no ashes,

And roses ne'er a thorn,

The big trout would not

Escape into the river.

No gut the salmon

Would leave us all forlorn,

Had cigarettes no ashes,

And roses ne'er a thorn.

But 'tis an

Sad world in which we're born,

And things will 'go contrary'With Martin and with Mary:

And every day the

Comes bleakly in with morn,

And cigarettes have ashes,

And every rose a =brook.mashies=mid-irons in golf.