General Guinness

You've heard of General Wellington
Who won at Waterloo?
But there's a good old Irishman
I'll mention unto you
He comes from dear old Dublin
He's a man we all applaud
For he always finds a corkscrew
More handy than a sword
He's good old General Guinness
He's a soldier strong and stout
He's found on every bottlefront
And he can't be done without
His noble name has worldwide fame
Deserves three hearty cheers
Hurrah for General Guinness
Of the Dublin Boozileers!
This hale and hearty warrior
Is worshipped in the ranks,
He does his task inside the cask
As well as in the tank.
He bears the brunt on every front,
North, South, East and West,
And he wears about ten million canteen
Medals on his chest.
He's good old General Guinness.
He has won the world's applause.
Was him who kept our spirits up
In the midst of all our 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 "toon" of Aberdeen.
From Inverness to Galloshiles,
He keeps them warm and bright
And they love to gather round him,
Och, on every moonlit night.
He's good old General Guinness
He's as good as Scottish broth.
Twas him 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
Of the Dublin Boozileers!
Go, General Guinness, Go
That Guinness is good