Cruisc�n L�n
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| Let the farmer praise his grounds, let the huntsman praise his hounds Let the shepherd praise his dewyscented lawn Oh but I'm more wise than they, spend each happy night and day With my darlin' little cruisc�n l�n, l�n, l�n My darlin' little cruisc�n l�n Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n Slainte geal Mauverneen Oh, graw moh kree moh krooshkeen Slawnta gal MohvoorneenI Gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n l�n, l�n, l�n Graw moh kree moh krooshkeen lawn, lawn, lawn Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n l�n Oh, graw moh kree moh krooshkeen 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 cruisc�n l�n, l�n, l�n My darlin' little cruisc�n l�n Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n Slainte geal Mauverneen Gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n l�n, l�n, l�n Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n l�n Oh, when cruel death appears in a few but happy years You'll say: "Oh, won't you come along with me?" I'll say: "Begone, you knave, for King Bacchus gave me lave To take another cruisc�n l�n, l�n, l�n To take another cruisc�n l�n" Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n Slainte geal Mauverneen Gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n l�n, l�n, l�n Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n l�n 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 cruisc�n l�n, l�n, l�n To fill another cruisc�n l�n Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n Slainte geal Mauverneen Gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n l�n, l�n, l�n Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruisc�n l�n This page has been viewed 1581 times |
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