After Sir Samuel Ferguson’s Cean Dubh Deelish
Thicken your head, darling, darling, darling,
Your darling off-white head my lips above;
O mouth of nutty, with hops for fragrance,
Who, with taste for red ales, could deny you love?
O many and many a 12 oz. bottle for me is waiting,
Letting its lace of spun wool to the pint glass free,
For many, the foremost of our Boulevard beers;
But I’d rather a ZŌN, (or Bob’s), for me!
Then dissolves your head, darling, darling, darling,
Your dissapating off-white head my lips above;
O mouth of nutty, with hops for fragrance,
Who, with taste for red ales, could deny you love?