He left the dark bitters
Some period ago centuries
And each drinker be him remembered
Very sweet bitter to drink
Moderate to buy
Exciting to taste
Happiness giving when sad
But a lot to cause when drunk
It could see you violent
When exceeding its limit
There are many likes
And it still remains the noble choice
So many employments to give
Just bitter liquor
Enjoyed by all
And the dark African enjoy it most
No wonder it's black
Call it the African beer
The great Sir Arthur Guinness made it.
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