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?