Now, who this tale of truth shall read,
Each man, and mother’s son, take heed:
Whenever to drink you are inclined,
Or short skirts run in your mind,
Think! you may buy joys over dear:
Remember Tam o’ Shanter’s mare.
By: Robert Burns

That second one by far
Me guess by now ya are
A wee bit out off yer skull
The night still young, not dull
Some brew with ten Booms to star
Havin ya ask for another glass full.

Cheers Mate, I'm goin for a Golden Dragon - Imperial Stout.