Songs > Cruiscin Lan (pronouced "Kroosh-keen Lawn")

           Dm 
Let the farmer praise his grounds
           Gm                         A
Let the huntsman praise his hounds
            Dm                                              A
Let the shepherd praise his dewy-scented lawn
            F                           C
Oh, but I'm more wise than they
                  Gm                    A
Spend each happy night and day
              Dm           A         Dm A  Dm
With me darlin' little cruiscin lan lan lan
                               A        Dm
With me darlin' little cruiscin lan

  Chorus:*
       F                               C
Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruiscin
Gm                   A
Slainte geal Mauverneen
Dm                             A        Dm A  Dm
Gradh mo chroide mo cruiscin lan lan lan
Gm Dm                            A         Dm
Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruiscin lan

Oh, when grim death appears
In a few but happy years
He'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 cruiscin lan lan lan
To take another cruiscin lan 

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

*Pronouciation and translation for the chorus:

Oh, graw moh kree moh kroosh-keen
Slawnta gal Moh-voor-neen
Graw moh kree moh kroosh-keen lawn lawn lawn
Oh, graw moh kree mo kroosh-keen lawn

Love of my heart, my little jug
Bright health, my precious one