It was the pig fair last September, the day I well remember I was walking up and down in drunken pride When my knees began to flutter, and I sank down in the gutter And a pig came up and lay down by my side As I lay there in the gutter, thinking thoughts I could not utter I thought I heard a passing lady say You can tell the man who boozes by the company that he chooses And with that the pig got up and walked away Youve heard of General Wellington who won at Waterloo But theres a good old Irishman Ill mention unto you He comes from dear old Dublin, hes a man we all applaud For he always finds a corkscrew far more handy than a sword Hes good old General Guinness, hes a soldier strong and stout Hes found on every bottle front, and he cant be done without His noble name, his worldwide fame, deserve three hearty cheers Hurrah for General Guinness of the Dublin Boozileers 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 Hes good old General Guinness, he has won the worlds applause Twas 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 Theyve 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 Hes good old General Guinness, hes 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 General Guinness
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