Andrew Lang (Эндрю Лэнг)

A Highly Valuable Chain of Thoughts

HAD cigarettes no ashes,
And roses ne'er a thorn,
No man would be a funker
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 ever
Escape into the river.
No gut the salmon smashes
Would leave us all forlorn,
Had cigarettes no ashes,
And roses ne'er a thorn.


But 'tis an unideal
Sad world in which we're born,
And things will 'go contrairy'
With Martin and with Mary:
And every day the real
Comes bleakly in with morn,
And cigarettes have ashes,
And every rose a thorn. 

1. Son Davie! Son Davie!
2. Lord Thomas and Fair Annet
3. Rob Roy
4. The Dowie Dens of Yarrow
5. Villion's Ballade of Good Counsel, to His Friends of Evil Life

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