In Scartaglen there lived 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 you might act the rogue Won't go home along the road But we'll go home by Bearna We won't go home across the fields The big thornins will 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 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 For fear we might meet Kearney's dog We won't go home across the bog But we'll go home by Bearna In Scartaglen there lived 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 you might act the rogue Won't go home along the road But we'll go home by Bearna