Sunday, December 09, 2007

A paen to a winter's pint

A pint o' Stout has been a raucous shout
Cheering my heart with friends about.

A pint o' Stout has been a quiet pint
Balming my soul in dark of night.

So when final rest at last beckons,
As is all mortals' fate,

Me, they'll not find at heaven's,
But, knock, knock, knockin' -- at St. James' Gate.

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