Pues hoy es San Patricio…

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

Far more handy than a sword.

He’s good old General Guiness,

He’s a soldier strong and stout.

He’s found on every bottlefront,

And he can’t be done without!

His noble name has world-wide fame,

Deserves three hearty cheers,

Hurrah for General Guinness of the Dublin Booziliers!

This hale and hearty warrior

Is worshipped in the ranks,

For he does his task inside the cask,

As well as in the tanks.

And 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.

‘Twas him who kept our spirits up

In the midst of all our wars.

Who was the first to flirt

With Mademoiselle from Armentieres?

Why, good old General Guinness of the Dublin Booziliers.

All over bonny Scotland too,

The General is seen.

They’ve given him the freedom

Of the “toon” of Aberdeen.

From Inverness to Galashiels,

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 Scotsman yell and dance

The Highland Fling when he appears,

Hurrah for General Guinness of the Dublin Booziliers!

(Quien quiera escucharla, que busque en los chismes de bajar música “General Guinness”, de The Boys of the Lough.)

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