O’Reilly walked along the beach,
No thoughts were in his mind,
He tripped upon a golden lamp,
And fell on his behind.
He took the lamp within his hands,
And rubbed it free of sand,
Smoke flowed gently from the spout,
And a genie there did stand.
I’m free my friend from my dark trap,
So may I please help you,
My power is so magical,
That wishes I grant you two.
O’Reilly wondered long and hard,
A wish came to his mind,
A glass of Guiness I would like.
And always full would find.
A glass of the fine dark nectar,
Sat gently in his hand,
He sipped at the wondrous liquor,
Of Eire’s most famous brand.
The cool pint he downed so quickly,
But there before his eyes,
The glass refilled before him,
Much to his great surprise.
Every time he drank his pint,
The glass filled once more,
The glass was never empty,
It never became a bore.
The Genie standing there asked him,
For the second wish to propose,
O’Reilly thought and pondered,
Then said another one of those!