marnanel | After you, Chesterton

I have this verse from Chesterton running round my head:

St. George he was for England, and before he killed the dragon
He drank a pint of English ale out of an English flagon.
For though he fast right readily in hair-shirt or in mail,
It isn’t safe to give him cakes unless you give him ale.

My mind is extemporising on this theme. (Like most unfiltered babble in my head, it's doggerel.)

St Henry was for Finland, and before he took the land
He wandered through Uppsala with a beer-mug in his hand.
For through his understanding of Finns and what they are
If you should serve him sahti, it must be in a jar.

St Patrick was for Ireland, and before he chased the snake
He ate a lot of shellfish and he ate a lot of steak.
For since he was from Ireland, you shouldn't make mistakes:
Unless you give him Guinness, you mustn't give him cakes.

St Louis was from France, and before he was the king,
He bought champagne and cheeses and he ate like anything.
For since he was from France, I must say it once again:
Unless you give him cheeses, there must be no champagne.

p.s. I know St Patrick was not from Ireland, so don't worry about telling me.