Ginger Ackley's Music

Lark of the Clans... Celtic with a twist!

Crúiscín Lán  

 

Irish Traditional Listen to a sample

Let the farmer praise his grounds
Let the huntsman praise his hounds
Let the shepherd praise his dewy-scented lambs
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.

Chorus: Oh, gradh mo chroide mo cruiscín
Slainte geal Mauvorneen,
Gradh mo chroide mo cruiscín lán, lán, lán,
Oh gradh mo chroide mo cruiscín lán.

Immortal and divine, great Bacchus, god of wine
Create me by adoption, your own son
In the hope 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 say,"Oh, won't you come along with me?
"I'll say, "Begone ye knave, for King Bacchus gave me lave
For to fill another cruiscín lán, lán, lán,
For to fill another cruiscín lán.

So fill your glasses high.  Let's not part so dry
Though the lark proclaims it is the dawn
And since we can't remain, may we shortly meet again
To share another cruiscín lán, lán, lán,
To share another cruiscín lán.