Ooo Guinness, I love thee
Doth thy know, I love thee?
Let me count the ways.

Guinness, Guinness,
Chilled, not light
in the casks of the plight
What immortal lips or tongue
could paraphrase a poet wrong?

I drank slowly over conversation
that floats on the dark stuff over seriousness
and suddenly I did see a gaggle of black gold for me!

I was drinking slow and slurring
slow and slurry I did drink
Then from out of the embers burning
I enjoyed my favourite think!

Ooo black and white who poured thee
Doth thow know who poured thee
Gave thee head & thee patients
In the cask unto the pint
Gave thee flavours of delight
Whitest head, creamy white;
Gave thee such a dark heavenly body
Making all the patrons sing:
Ooo black and white who poured thee
Doth thow know who poured thee