Текст (слова) песни: Clancy Brothers - Cruiskeen Lawn
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 glass 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 glass 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 filename[ CRUSKEEN RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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