Percy French could never have imagined his simple picture of a Irish emigrant being associated with one of the most spectacular views in golf. Not for the first time, however, the Mountains of Mourne adorned quite a few stories written about the recent Senior British Open at Royal Co Down. But French actually wrote about the Royal and Ancient game, as in the ballad No more o'yer Golfin' for Me, which has a typically lively refrain.

It goes: "I'm an old fashioned dog to be larnin' new tricks .... But Murphy came round wid two bags full o' sticks, .....At hockey you've one club, but here you have six .... And that's a remarkable thing. .......... Then Murphy drove off the wee ball. Oh! Begor! ..... It rose through the air, till it looked like a star, ....The head of my driver'd have gone just as far, .... If it hadn't been tied with a string." Then the refrain: "Golf! Golf! Carry me off! .....Bury me down by the sea .... The drivers may drive, but dead or alive, .... No more o'yer golfin' for me." With an appropriate tune and the right amount of liquid nourishment, there's an ideal piece for the captain's dinner.