Cruiskeen Lawn lyrics by Clancy Brothers - original song full text. Official Cruiskeen Lawn lyrics, 2024 version | LyricsMode.com
Request & respond explanations
  • Don't understand the meaning of the song?
  • Highlight lyrics and request an explanation.
  • Click on highlighted lyrics to explain.
Clancy Brothers – Cruiskeen Lawn lyrics
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===
×



Lyrics taken from /lyrics/c/clancy_brothers/cruiskeen_lawn.html

  • Email
  • Correct

Cruiskeen Lawn meanings

Write about your feelings and thoughts about Cruiskeen Lawn

Know what this song is about? Does it mean anything special hidden between the lines to you? Share your meaning with community, make it interesting and valuable. Make sure you've read our simple tips.
U
Min 50 words
Not bad
Good
Awesome!

Post meanings

U
Min 50 words
Not bad
Good
Awesome!

official video

0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z