Poets Corner

Guinness Guinness my goodness my Guinness, Don't let nothing come between us, That dark black liquid that fills the glass, Which nothing else can surpass, Whether painter or poet king or queen, It's the finest ale I've ever seen, 1 pint 2 pint 3 pint 4, I love it I need it I must have more, It fills me up it cures my ills, It takes away my winter chills, But should I tumble should I fall, Should I meet my final call, You need not pity don't call it fate, Just scatter my ashes at St James Gate.