It seemed to me that there was one idea in my previous entry that was worth expanding on. The tune (obviously) is the Yellow Rose of Texas.

The Guinness Flows in Texas

There's a dear old house in Texas with a cool and shady yard
It's so uncultivated, and the soil is stony hard
There were two shovels in the shed, but Ainé took her pick
And started digging in the yard, tho' it was hard as brick

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It's the sweetest little garden that Texas ever new
But hard and sweated labour makes you want to down a few
And Ainé's luck was in that day, for now it's plain to see
That the Guinness flows in Texas, and the Guinness flows for free!

As Ainé dug the garden, and was staring at the soil
It turned rich and dark and muddy, and she thought that she'd struck oil
But it didn't smell like oil – it was something else instead
For you've never seen such oil with a creamy, frothy head

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Now the Guinness keeps on flowing, and the goddess, without doubt
Has a plan for distribution of her lucky strike of stout
Now the Mudcat Tavern's never dry, there's never any gripe
For the Guinness isn't just on tap – it's delivered by the pipe.

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