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.