SOA Lyrics


"Cruiscan Lan"



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 Cruiscan Lan, Lan, Lan
Oh, my charmin little Cruiscan Lan.
Gra-ma-chree ma-Cruiscan, slainte geal mavoorneen
Gra-machree a Cruiscan Lan, Lan, Lan,
Oh! gramachree a Cruiscan Lan.
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 Cruiscan Lan, Lan, Lan,
Oh, my smilin' little Cruiscan Lan.
And when grim Death appears, in a few butt happy years,
To tell me that my glass has run,
I'll say, "Begone, you knave! For great Bacchus gave me leave
To take another Cruiscan Lan, Lan, Lan,
To take another Cruiscan Lan.

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