© Paddy O’Brien 2002

Saint Patrick visited mein a dream one night
he warned me,“Give up the Guinness Paddy!”
Well I woke with a terrible fright

I’ve got such a scare and when I did awake
I ran as fast as I could down past Donegal Lake
Now I travelled for weeks and dodged every bar
then I met with this bloke call Michael O’Mara.

Michael told the same story he too had been warned by Saint Pat
“Give up the Guinness Michael.That’s a good lad.”
Now we’ve been wondering for days on end
And if we put Guinness to our lips we might well be dead.

So we dodged every pub from Limerick to Killarney
But if we don’t get a Guinness will go ‘flamin‘balmy!
Well we prayed that Saint Patrick be looking elsewhere
and wouldn’t see us sitting in a pub chair.

It worked so we thought.Our prayers were heard then
as our glasses were filled
was the curse of the Guinness put to an end?

Cos on our way home.A cemetery we passed
and sitting on a headstone with Saint Patrick, with a full Guinness glass.
He caught us so unaware; we made up this yarn
Saint Pat we thought just one Guinness would do us no harm.

He knew we were lying, and we sobered up quick
When he yelled, “You are doomed to hell, to stoke fires of Saint Nick.”
Well, we sure have the weakness and must pay for our sin.
But if we go to hell will we ever drink Guinness again?

Cos down there with Nick they’re burning bogpeat,
and you’ve ‘gotta’ drink Guinness to keep out the heat
and the dream that I dreamt Michael and me both went to hell
but down there sipping Guinness was Saint Patrick as well