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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 375 |
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Spend each happy night and day
With my charming little cruiscin Ian, Ian, Ian, My charming little cruiscin Ian.
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Grddh mo chroidhe mo cruiscin,—
Sldinte geal mo mhuirnin.
Is grddh mo chroidhe a cuilin ban.
Grddh mo chroidhe mo cruiscin,—
Sldinte geal mo mhuirin,
Is grddh mo chroidhe a cuilin, ban, ban, Is grddh mo chroidhe a cuilin ban.
Immortal and divine,
Great Bacchus, God of wine,
Create me by adoption your son; In hope that you'll comply, My glass shall ne'er run dry,
Nor my smiling little cruiscin Ian, Ian,
My smiling little cruiscin Ian.
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 lave
To take another cruiscin Ian, Ian, Ian, Ian,
Another little cruiscin Ian.
Then fill your glasses high, Let's not part with lips adry,
Though the lark now proclaims it is dawn; |
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