But I, more blest than they,
Spend each night and happy day.
With my smilin’ little Crusikeen Lawn, Lawn, Lawn.
Chorus [Repeat.] Gramachree, mavourneen, slanta gal avourneen,
Gramachree ma Cruiskeen Lawn, Lawn, Lawn,
With my smiling little Cruiskeen Lawn.
[Chorused by Myles, Father T., and Sheelah.
Myles.
And when grim Death appears,
In long and happy years,