The cruiskeen lawn (William Rhys-Herbert)
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- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-01-26). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 509 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: The cruiskeen lawn
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Arranger: William Rhys-Herbert
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1904 J. Fischer & Bro.
Description: One of the several variants of the folk tune.
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Original text and translations
English text
Let the farmer praise his grounds,
Let the huntsman praise his hounds,
And the shepherd his dew-scented lawn;
But I, more blest than they,
Spend each happy night and day
With my charming little cruiskeen lawn.
Gra-ma-chree ma cruiskeen,
Slainté geal mavourneen,
Gra-ma-chree a coolin bawn!
(Dear to my heart, my little jug,
To your health my fair darling!
Dear to my heart, flowing fair!)
Immortal and divine,
Great Bacchus, god of wine!
Create me, by adoption, your son—
In hope that you’ll comply
That my glass shall ne’er run dry,
Nor my smiling little cruiskeen lawn.
Chorus
And when Grim Death appears,
In a few but pleasant years,
To tell me that my glass has run—
I’ll say, “Begone, you knave!
For bold Bacchus gave me leave
To take another cruiskeen lawn.”
Chorus
Then fill your glasses high,
Let’s not part with lips a-dry,
Though the lark now proclaims it is dawn;
And since we can’t remain,
May we shortly meet again,
To fill another cruiskeen lawn.
Chorus