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 gl*ss 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 gl*ss 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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