Cruiskeen Lawn Lyrics

Cruiskeen Lawn

Let the farmer praise his grounds, let the hunter praise his hounds,

And the shepherd his sweet scented lawn;

But I, more blest than they, spend each happy night and day

With my charmin' little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawn

Oh, my charmin little cruiskeen lawn.

CHO: Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiskeen, slainte geal mavoorneen

Gra-machree a cool-in bawn, bawn, bawn,

Oh! gramachree a coolin bawn

Immortal and divine, great Bacchus, god of wine

Create me by adoption your son.
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In hopes that you'll comply, THat my glass shall ne'er run dry

Nor my smilin' little etc.

And when grim Death appears, in a few but pleasant years,

To tell me that my glass has run,

I'll say, "Begone, you knave! For great Bacchus gave me leave

To take another etc.

Recorded by Galvin- Irish Drinking Songs, Clancys

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