CRUISCÍN LÁN
(kroosh-keen-lawn)
lyrics and phoenetic pronunciation
as found in "The Irish Songbook, 75 Songs"
Clancy/Makem published ©79
(copied here for educational purposes)

Let the farmer praise his grounds,
Let the huntsman praise his hounds,
Let the shepherd praise his dewy scented lawn.
But I'm more wise than they,
Spend each happy night and day,
With my smilin' little cruiscín lán, lán, lán,
With my darlin' little cruiscin lan.

chorus
Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruiscín, slainte geal Mauverneen,
Gradh mo chroide mo cruiscín lán, lán, lán,
Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruiscín lan.
(phoenetic from the Irish
oh, graw mo kree mo kroosh-keen, slawnta gal Mohvoorneen,
Graw mo kree mo kroosh-keen, lawn, lawn, lawn,
Oh, graw mo kree mo kroosh-keen, lawn.)

Immortal and divine,
Great Bacchus god of wine,
Create me by adoption your own son.
In hopes that you'll comply,
that my glass shall ne'er run dry,
Nor my darlin little cruiscin lan, lan, lan,
My darlin little cruiscin lan.

chorus

When cruel death appears,
In a few but happy years,
He'll say, Oh, won't you come along with me.
And I'll say, Be gone, ye knave,
For King Bacchus gave me lave,
To take another cruiscin lan, lan, lan,
To take another cuiscin lan.

chorus

Then fill your glasses high,
Let's not part with lips so dry,
For the lark now proclaims it is the dawn.
And since we can't remain,
May we shortly meet again,
To fill another cruiscin lan, lan, lan,
To fill another cruiscin lan.

chorus