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