Hein & Oss - The Kruiskeen Lawn lyrics

Let the farmer praise his grounds Let the huntsman praise his hounds Let the shepherd praise his newly scented lawn But I, more blessed than they Spend each happy night and day With my charmin' little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawn My charmin' little cruiskeen lawn! Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiskeen Slainte geal mavoorneen Gra-ma-chree a cool-in, bawn, bawn, bawn Oh, gra-ma-chree a cool-in bawn! Im mortal and divine Great Bacchus, god of wine Create me by adoption your son In hopes that you'll comply That my gla** shall ne'er run dry Nor my smilin' little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawn My smilin' little cruiskeen lawn! Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiskeen Slainte geal mavoorneen Gra-ma-chree a cool-in, bawn, bawn, bawn Oh, gra-ma-chree a cool-in bawn! And when grim d**h appears In a few but pleasant years To tell me that my gla** has run I'll say: "Begone, you knave! For great Bacchus gave me leave To take another cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawn My smilin' little cruiskeen lawn! Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiskeen Slainte geal mavoorneen Gra-ma-chree a cool-in, bawn, bawn, bawn Oh, gra-ma-chree a cool-in bawn!