Chords again.

  [PHONETIC: 
  Oh, graw moh kree moh krooshkeen 
  Slawnta gal Mohvoorneen, 
  graw moh kree moh krooshkeen lawn, lawn lawn, 
  graw moh kree moh krooshkeen lawn]
  
           Em                 C
  Let the farmer praise his grounds 
           Am                    B
  Let the huntsman praise his hounds 
            Em                 C            B7
  Let the shepherd praise his dewy-scented lambs 
      G                                    D 
  But I, more wise then they, spend each happy night and day 
           Em             B7       Em   B7   G
  With me darling little cruiscín lán, lán, lán, 
  Am       Em             B7       Em
  With me darling little cruiscín lán. 
  
        G                
  Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruiscín                                 Little jug, my heart's love
    D    
  Slainte geal Mauver-neen,                                         Bright health to my own dove
   Em                   B7      Em            (Am6)
  Gradh mo chroide mo cruiscín lán, lán, lán,                         Little jug my own heart's love,
      Em                    B7     Em
  Oh gradh mo chroide mo cruiscín lán.                                 
  
  Immortal and divine, great Bacchus, god of wine 
  Create me by adoption, your own son 
  In the hope that you'll comply, that my glass shall ne'er run dry 
  Nor me darlin' little cruiscín lán,  lán,  lán, 
  Nor me darlin' little cruiscín lán. 
  
  And when grim death appears 
  In a few but happy years 
  He'll say,"Oh, won't you come along with me? 
  "I'll say, "Begone ye knave, for King Bacchus gave me lave 
  For to fill another cruiscín lán,  lán,  lán, 
  "For to fill another cruiscín lán. 
  
  So fill your glasses high 
  Let's not part so dry 
  Though the lark proclaims it is the dawn 
  And since we can't remain May we shortly meet again 
  To share another cruiscín lán,  lán,  lán, 
  To share another cruiscín lán.