Christy Moore - 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

We’ll go home by Bearna

We won't go home across the fields

The big thorneens would stick in your heels

We won't go home across the fields

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

In Scartaglen there lived a lass

And every Sunday after Mass

She would go and take a glass

Before going home to 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