The lock has grumbled at key; Ma clubs are waukened fae their rest A new ba' glistens on the tee, athing promises the best.
now resolves ma heid is fu', Nae mair Pil draw my airms in, Nae mair my iron shots I'll pu'; I'll never pitch short o° the pin.
But a? the weys o' men an' mice, Are just the weys o'. gowfer's tae, My first drive had an awfu' slice; I sclaffed my iron on the brae, My brassie wud hae got the green, If it had just been flattend cot, Tf I had' struck ma mashie clean, I'd hae laun deld, I hae nae loot.
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