Perfectly, if you scan it in carefully; it has a pesky extra syllable.

Ah - I see you've done it and it fits better than the original.

Da whupped my ass when I lost the horshame
back in the wood where earlier today
the collar slipped from our black mule, the same
one that he always sheds, old Beaujolais.
I should've shot him at the cotton gin
next to the glue house. I would shoot him twice
but Da would whup my ass again, a sin
he'd not ignore for long. I'd pay the price
though, just to see the glue they'd make, drink Coke,
salute his end for kickin' me the first
time back in forty-three. An English bloke
sold him to us at Bumstead's bar. His thirst
was legend all around. He seemed sincere
enough for Da who bought him Guinness beer.

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Charlie,

A neat deviation from the drinking theme, but what’s a horshame?


Holding slaves has been my country’s shame
And evidence of that is clear today.
Within the states race bigotry’s the same.
Take life near New Orleans’ Chez Beaujolais.

A brother ordered rounds of beer and gin
And for his birthday made the gesture twice:
Walking home while being black his sin;
White boys beating him to pulp the price.

The boys, inspired by Trump, got high on coke
And beer, thought Trump a rebel running first
For president—a snarling bright-white bloke
Who satisfied their bloody red-meat thirst.

They proved their white supremacy sincere
By pissing on the man to void their beer.

It's a horse hame, Ralph. It fits over the horse collar on draft horses and mules. I took the liberty of misspelling horse to fit my own devious purposes of shames. I am hoping the colloquialism passes muster...

There is no such thing as Guinness beer, Charlie. There is Root beer, whatever that is. There is ginger beer, which Edward Lear could not abide. There is bottled beer. There was small beer. David Copperfield drank it. There is, at a stretch, bitter beer, though it is usually referred to as bitter. And there is Guinness, which is stout.

John, us teetotalers have no feel for beer other than (to me) at least, it smells like cat piss. I reckon I agree with you about the issue except some fellow named Guinness makes a stout beer. (Wikipedia) I will file a complaint against them and Google for misleading my eyes.

I will have to say though that beer chili is quite excellent. It is the cook's choice.

Must have been an American, Charlie. Stout beer indeed!

There was small beer. Strangely, can't find it in the dictionary John, but presumably this was the old equivalent of the 'table beer' (about 1.5%)s served in school refectories in France and Belgium. I remember drinking it with lunch in a school dining-room in France. many years ago. We assumed it was because the public water supply was dodgy. Possibly healthier than soft drinks.

Jerome,

Here sleeps in peace a Hampshire Grenadier,
Who caught his death by drinking cold small Beer,
Soldiers be wise from his untimely fall
And when ye're hot drink Strong or none at all.

This memorial being decay'd was restor'd by the Officers of the Garrison A.D. 1781.

Ah yes, I'd forgotten that one, John. Didn't the restorers add

An honest soldier never is forgot
Whether he die by musket or by pot.

to quote from memory?

The Americans had better start taking their Budweiser tepid, just in case.