Stout is the drink that I savour
A glass full of chocolate flavour,
The glass to my lips - What a kiss
Down it goes just like bliss.
The devils liquid I have named it
Joining Camra is the culprit
I buy one more and then I think
Oh! The consequence of another drink.
Oh dear! empty glasses
My how quickly time passes,
Stout, my love another jar
As I make my way to the wooden bar.
Stout to me you are a winner
Now I am a stout sinner
I used to be a wine drinker
Stout I'm hooked - line and sinker.