General Guinness 
You've heard of General Wellington Who won at Waterloo, But there's a good old Irishman I'll introduce to you He comes from dear old Dublin He's a man we all applaud For he always finds a corkscrew Far more hardy than a sword. He's good old General Guinness He's a soldier strong and stout Found on every battlefront He can't be done without His noble name has worldwide fame Preserved through hearty cheers Hurrah for General Guinness And the Dublin Boozileers! 
This hale and hearty warrior Is worshipped in the ranks, For he does his task inside a cask As well as in the tanks. He's borne the brunt on every front, North, South, East and West, And he wears about ten thousand canteen Medals on his chest. He's good old General Guinness. He's won the world's applause. It was he who kept our spirits up In the midst of all the wars. Who was the first to flirt with Mademoiselle from Armentiers? Why good old General Guinness Of the Dublin Boozileers. 
All over bonny Scotland, too, The General is seen. They've given him the freedom Of the town of Aberdeen. From Inverness to Galloshiles, They keep him warm at night And they love to gather round him, Auuuch! On every moonlit night. He's good old General Guinness He's as good as Scottish broth. He's the one who turned the Firth of Forth Into the Firth of Froth All Scotsmen dance the highland fling And shout when he appears Hurrah for General Guinness And the Dublin Boozileers!  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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