Cruiscín Lán Grúdlann
Gaelic for Little Full Jug Brewery
inspired by one of my favorite Irish Folk songs
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 Mauver-neen,
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.
Chorus...
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.
Chorus...
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.
Chorus...