"Cruiskeen Lawn"

"Cruiskeen Lawn" from "Lily of Killarney"
by Julius Benedict
sung by Leola Lucey, 1920
Edison Blue Amberol Record 3987
Lyric -
Let the farmer praise his grounds,
let the hunter praise his hounds,
The shepherd praise his sweetly scented lawn;
But I, more blessed than they,
spend each happy night and day
With my charming little cruiskeen lan, lan, lan
My charming little cruiskeen lan.
Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiscin, slainte geal mavoorneen
Gra-machree ma cruiscin lan lan lan,
Gramachree a colleen bawn.
Immortal and divine, great Bacchus, 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 my smiling little cruiskeen lan lan lan
My smiling little cruiskeen lan.
Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiscin, slainte geal mavoorneen
Gra-machree ma cruiscin lan lan lan,
Gramachree a colleen bawn.
And when cruel Death appears,
in a few but happy years,
To tell me that my glass has run,
I'll say, "Begone, you knave!
For great Bacchus gave me leave
To take another cruiskeen lan lan lan
To take another cruiskeen lan.
Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiscin, slainte geal mavoorneen
Gra-machree ma cruiscin lan lan lan,
Gramachree a colleen bawn.