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Cruiskeen LawnLet 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 dayWith my charmin' little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawnOh, 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 bawnImmortal and divine, great Bacchus, god of wineCreate me by adoption your son.In hopes that you'll comply, THat my glass shall ne'er run dryNor 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 leaveTo take another etc.Recorded by Galvin- Irish Drinking Songs, Clancysfilename[ CRUSKEENRG===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
Cruiskeen LawnLet 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 dayWith my charmin' little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawnOh, 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 bawnImmortal and divine, great Bacchus, god of wineCreate me by adoption your son.In hopes that you'll comply, THat my glass shall ne'er run dryNor 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 leaveTo take another etc.Recorded by Galvin- Irish Drinking Songs, Clancysfilename[ CRUSKEENRG===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===