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.
