See lyrics below: Crúisín Lán, a traditional Irish song dating back to the 1850's or earlier. Practice version for our upcoming 4th album!
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Let the farmer praise his grounds
Let the huntsman praise his hounds
Let the shepherd praise his dewy-scented lawn
But I, more wise then they, spend each happy night and day with me darling little cruiscín lán, lán, lán,
With me darling little cruiscín lán.
Oh, gradh mo chroi mo cruiscín
Slainte geal Mauver-neen,
Gradh mo chroi mo cruiscín lán, lán, lán,
Oh gradh mo chroide mo cruiscín lán.
Immortal and divine, grey haired Bachus, 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 me darlin' little cruiscín lán, lán, lán,
Nor me darlin' little cruiscín lán.
And when grim death appears
In a few but happy years
He'll whisper,"Won't you come along with me?
"I'll say, "Begone ye knave, for King Bacchus gave me leave
to fill another cruiscín lán, lán, lán,
to fill another cruiscín lán.
So Lets lift our glasses high
That our lips shall ne'er run dry
Though the lark declares the early morning dawn.
And since we can't remain, Until we meet again
To have another cruiscín lán, lán, lán,
To have another cruiscín lán.