Home by Bearna

In Scartaglenn there lives a lass and every Sunday after mass

She would go and take a glass before going home by Bearna

We won't go home along the road for fear that we might meet the rogue

We won't go home along the road, but we'll go home by Bearna

We won't go home across the fields the big thornines could stick in your heels

We won't go home across the fields, but we'll go home by Bearna

We won't go home around the glen for fear your blood might rise again

We won't go home around the glen, but we'll go home by Bearna

We won't go down the milk boreen the night is bright we might be seen

We won't go down the milk boreen, but we'll go home by Bearna

We won't go home across the bog in fear we might meet Kearney's dog

We won't go home across the bog, but we'll go home by Bearna

We won't go home along the road for fear that we might meet the rogue

We won't go home along the road, but we'll go home by Bearna