In Scartaglen There Lived a Lass

 

In Scartaglen there lived a lass,
and ev`ry Sunday after mass,
she would go and take a glass,
before goin` 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 fileds,
the big thornins could stick your heels.
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.
We`ll go home by Bearna.

We won`t go down the milk boreen;
the night is bright we might be seen.
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.
Won`t go home across the bog.
We`ll go home by Bearna.