Cruiskeen Lawn Lyrics - Clancy Brothers

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. 

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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